My Love Debts Are Everywhere!-Chapter 452: Reconcile with Arshley

"Arshley, are you inside?"

After calling out, he waited in silence, staring at the door with a complicated expression.

It had been over a month since Arshley got angry with him, and their relationship still hadn’t improved.

He had given her time to cool off and planned to apologize, yet somehow, she always managed to avoid him.

Even with Luna’s help, the outcome remained the same—Arshley still refused to see him.

Had he unknowingly made a fatal mistake?

No matter how hard he thought about it, nothing came to mind.

Still, he wanted to settle things as soon as possible. He would be leaving in two days, and there was no telling when he’d return.

He didn’t want any lingering tension between them before their temporary separation.

Five minutes passed, yet there was no movement from inside Arshley’s room.

"Did she already fall asleep?" he murmured doubtfully.

But it was only nine at night—too early for her to be asleep.

A thought suddenly crossed his mind, making him sigh.

"Maybe she still doesn’t want to see me," he murmured helplessly.

Since it was her choice, Leon wouldn’t force the issue. There were still two days left—he would find another chance to mend their relationship.

With one last glance at the door, he shook his head and turned to leave. But just as he took a step, the door suddenly creaked open.

Through the small gap, Arshley’s flawlessly beautiful face appeared, her eyes filled with sadness and hesitation.

"Come in, Brother," she said gently.

Leon blinked in surprise before a pleased smile spread across his lips.

"Okay," he replied with a small nod.

He had thought there was no chance to reconcile tonight, but it seemed he was wrong.

Slowly, he pushed the door open and stepped inside.

As the door clicked shut behind him, his gaze fell on Arshley, standing just two meters away.

And in an instant, Leon was stunned.

"You..." His heart pounded, and his throat went dry.

In Leon’s line of sight, Arshley—who usually wore a Saint’s robe that concealed her figure—now stood before him in an unbelievably alluring white nightgown. Discover exclusive content at novelbuddy

The fabric was so thin that it accentuated her smooth, fair, and supple skin.

Though the top covered her full breasts, the deep cleavage between them was impossible to miss. And with the fabric so sheer, Leon immediately noticed—Arshley wore nothing underneath!

Naturally, the most captivating part of the scene was the delicate white underwear with pink lace, clearly visible beneath the translucent fabric.

If the highest beauty score was 100, Leon wouldn’t hesitate to give Arshley 200.

In terms of both figure and beauty, only Athena and Liliana could truly compare.

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Luna, while equally stunning, had a different kind of allure. Unlike the others, her figure was slender and well-proportioned, with a chest and hips that were neither too big nor too small.

Under Leon’s stunned, heated gaze, Arshley—who was always graceful and composed before others—suddenly felt a deep surge of embarrassment.

Her pretty face flushed red, and her body trembled slightly. This was the first time she had worn such a revealing outfit, making her so embarrassed that she wanted to disappear into the ground.

Still, she had planned this for a long time—there was no turning back now!

"Don’t just stand there, Brother. Come sit down. I’ve prepared tea and some cookies for you," she said softly, gracefully making her way to the sofa in the center of the room.

Leon snapped back to his senses, a hint of embarrassment washing over him.

He had always believed he wouldn’t be easily swayed by a woman’s charm, yet Arshley’s allure was so overwhelming that it had momentarily left him stunned.

Without hesitation, he quickly walked over and sat across from her.

Reaching for the tea on the table, he took a sip. Instantly, a sense of relief washed over him, and the tension in his body gradually faded.

Leon lifted his gaze and looked at Arshley gently, about to speak—but she quickly cut him off.

"I know what you’re going to say, Brother. But you don’t need to apologize." A guilty expression crossed her face as she lowered her head. "I should be the one apologizing for being childish and making you worry all this time."

"I wanted to come to you and apologize, but… for some reason, I just couldn’t. I was too embarrassed to face you. So…"

She straightened her posture, then stood up and walked over. Under Leon’s calm gaze, she sat beside him, wrapped her long, delicate arms around his neck, and buried her face in his chest.

In a low, sorrowful voice, she whispered, "Brother, I’m sorry..."

Her words were like magic, instantly dissolving the restlessness and anxiety Leon had felt for the past month.

Without hesitation, he slipped his hands beneath her thighs and back, lifted her slightly, and settled her onto his lap.

Arshley gasped at his sudden movement but didn’t resist. Instead, she buried her face in his neck, breathing in his familiar, masculine scent with a dazed expression.

Leon held her tightly, resting his face against the right side of her neck. The soft, soothing scent of lavender shampoo filled his senses, making his entire body relax.

"Since you are my beloved sister, how could I not forgive you? Well, don’t dwell on it anymore. Even if you didn’t apologize, I would still forgive you," Leon said gently.

Since childhood, he had always cared for Arshley, pampered her, and done his best to fulfill her every wish.

This was one of the reasons Luna often got upset with him and felt jealous of Arshley. But Leon never saw anything wrong with it—after all, he was simply doing what a brother should do for his sister.

Hearing his words, Arshley’s body trembled slightly. Her arms tightened around his neck, and soon, he felt his robes grow damp.

"Brother... Thank you... You’ve always been so kind to me, but I treated you like that... Hiks... I’m sorry..." She sobbed, her voice trembling.

Leon didn’t say anything. He simply comforted her, gently rubbing her back. In moments like this, words weren’t always the best solution—sometimes, offering warmth and a sense of security meant far more.

Minutes passed, and Arshley’s crying gradually subsided before finally stopping.

Yet, she didn’t loosen her embrace, and Leon didn’t mind.

Sensing that the tension between them had eased, he finally brought up the matter that had caused the rift between them.

"Can you tell me why you were angry with me?"