Chapter 282
Leon stayed silent for a moment. Under Abigail’s curious gaze, he quietly took out his last American Raspberry.
This one was originally meant for Abigail. After all, Leon knew her fondness for food all too well, and as his best buddy, she was someone he’d never forget when it came to sharing treats.
Who would’ve thought that this raspberry, meant as a token of friendship, would now serve as crucial evidence to prove his innocence?
“A raspberry? Where’d you find one at this time of year? And such a big one, too,” Abigail asked, her eyes instantly drawn to the berry in Leon’s hand.
“Don’t worry about that. Just take it—smell it, lick it, then taste it. You’ll know I’m not lying,” Leon said, handing it to her.
Abigail actually followed his instructions to the letter. First, she brought it to her nose and sniffed, then stuck out her pink tongue to give the surface a quick lick. Finally, she popped it into her mouth and bit down gently.
Perhaps she wasn’t prepared—her lips weren’t fully closed when her teeth broke the berry’s skin. A burst of juice sprayed out.
Thankfully, Leon dodged quickly and avoided getting splattered in the face.
Abigail, on the other hand, hurriedly covered her mouth. Not because she thought spitting juice was unladylike, but because the delightful flavor on her tongue made her feel it was a terrible waste to let any escape.