Entwined With the Villainous Guardian
Chapter 392: Thanksgiving Day (Part III)

Chapter 392: Thanksgiving Day (Part III)

Like a majestic lion, Leon stood with his back straight. Viviana took a step back.

"Who do you think she is, huh?" Leon spoke to Manny, gritting his teeth. "Do you have any idea how much she suffered to bring you to this world? Ingrate! How easily you call her names!" he gritted his teeth.

He raised his arm once more and Manny stumbled back and ended up on his butt.

Viviana could see that Leon was trying to scare Manny off. He didn’t look like he was going to hit Manny again. She didn’t want to interfere when he was disciplining their son. She didn’t mind her son calling her names but she didn’t want him to continue this behavior with others. Leon must think the same too. They didn’t want to raise disrespectful brats.

"I’ll carve your name on a headstone the next time you think of being disrespectful to my woman!" Leon roared.

Manny nodded. He was right. This man in front of him was not his father. He was his mother’s husband.

He did learn many useful lessons that day. His old man might not be a simple wealthy producer. He must have seen a lot. Also, he should be careful around his mother. She’s not just his mother, she’s his old man’s wife. He shouldn’t have forgotten how protective his old man was of his wife. He also learned to be protective of the woman he chooses to marry. Maybe this is what a good marriage is.

While Manny got his worldview corrected with a single punch from his father, Viviana sighed. She thought her husband was disciplining their son for teaching him to be a better person, but he ended up doing it for her.

It has become his habit. He values her above everyone else. Even more than their kids.

Viviana looked around. Everyone was looking at Leon with bewilderment. They saw him snap after many years, after all. The kids were all staring with shock fearing they might get hit next. Ziya who came down just then saw her brother on the ground with bleeding lips and helped him up. She couldn’t believe the look on her father’s face either.

"You heard Uncle Leon," Leonardo decided to pour oil into the fire. "No disrespecting our women." He pointed at his sons. "I’ll throw you in the dog cage with Uncle Leon. He’ll tear you all up!"

The two boys screeched in fear.

"Stop it, Leonardo!" Viviana scolded her brother. Is her husband an uncontrollable beast to tear up kids? "Uncle Leon is not going to hurt you," she told the kids.

The kids’ lips were twitching in fear and Viviana turned to look at her husband. He did look scary, just like the day he pulled her hair.

She hooked her arms in his. Standing on her tiptoes, she kissed his cheek. "Leo, dinner is ready," she smiled.

Like a ray of sunshine could melt away the thick fog, her voice melted away the menace dancing on Leon’s face. He smiled.

"Yeah, let’s!" he wrapped his arm around her waist. "Come on, everyone..."

In just a moment, the fierceness on his face had been replaced with an innocent smile.

"Come on," Viviana turned and called her son. She loved him. "Let me treat you first."

Manny nodded with a smile. His head hurt but he didn’t want to show his pain as anger—not to his mother. It was his fault for not seeing it. Her mother must be scarier than his father. Otherwise, why did his father listen to her all the time? She must be the one with the actual power in this house. He knew his mother had a tough pregnancy with him. He shouldn’t forget that. He wouldn’t be alive if not for her.

Ziya held her brother closely. "I told you to be respectful to Mom. I thought it would happen one day. Didn’t think Dad would hit you in the face in front of everyone though...That was a surprise..."

Manny glared at her. Why does she sound happy that he got hit?

Viviana treated her son and everyone sat at the table. Like every year, they all said things that they were happy about. For Ziya it was her new coaching center, for Manny it was his new gaming console, for Viviana it was the togetherness.

As for Leon, it didn’t change that year either. He was thankful for her.

After dinner, Leon held her hand and brought her to the garden to walk with him. Steve took a bow and disappeared in the distance. Viviana never could understand the loyalty of Steve.

But Leon is more impressive to command such loyalty. She observed him. He was nearing fifty and he was already acting like a grumpy old man. He didn’t like the noise inside.

"Weren’t you a little harsh on him?" she asked. She didn’t think that he would hit their boy. He was the one who raised Manny holding him on his chest and carrying him on his shoulders.

Leon leaned and kissed her. Viviana chuckled. That was his answer. He loved her. That was it. That was the answer to all of his decisions. She saw it through the years. Every decision he made, he made thinking of her. She would think of the family as a whole, but he would only care for her alone.

"I love you, Leo," she said. "I love you for showing me what love is."

She wouldn’t get tired of saying it again and again.

She saw his eyes light up. His eyes were filled with love, as always.

"I am glad you are my husband. I am glad you made me love life. I am glad you~"

He pressed his finger on her lips with a smile. "I know, silly. And I am glad I found you."

"I left you clues," Viviana smiled.

"You did," Leon nodded. "You did. I am glad you did. You gave me everything."

"You gave me everything," she said. It was true.

He wrapped his hand around her shoulder and pulled her closer. She came in as a gentle feather and caused a gigantic ripple in his life. She saved him from himself and allowed him to live a respectable life. Thanks to her, he could come out of the snare he trapped himself in. She showed him what a family was. She showed him love.

She is his everything.

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