His Ugly Bride (Anna and Sebastian) novel Chapter 9

The way Summer served him the medicine was quite gentle, so gentle that he was a little moved by that.

Then one thing led to another, and he just wanted to touch her, to feel her.

She's his wife, of course, he could do anything he wanted with her.

But for Summer, he is "Douglas", Leonardo's cousin.

Over and over again, he teased her, kissed her, which were far beyond her tolerance.

Summer pushed him away abruptly, and stepped back a few steps, and kept some distance from him, "Douglas, I'm your cousin's wife! Please show some respect!" she said with a cold face.

After taking the bullet just now, her hatred towards "Douglas" was getting less, what she didn't expect was he would still act so presumptuously.

Leonardo rubbed his lips, and there was a little bewitchment in his pleasant voice, "My sister in law, by committing to my cousin, you will be nothing but a widow for your lifetime, why don't you considering being with me?"

Summer refused with no hesitation, "No."

Leonardo looked down at Summer. He saw a tiny, numb face, coupled with an ugly dress. She looked like an old lady, nothing attractive.

But there was something about Summer that Leonardo found irresistible.

Summer felt that she should no longer sit here and do nothing. She needed to do something before "Douglas" started acting more presumptuous.

"You should call someone to pick you up and go back, or I'll call an ambulance, and then people will find out you got ambushed."

Her voice was a little soft and even her threatening words, there is no deterrent at all.

Leonardo glanced at her, as if he had not heard her, and immediately closed his eyes to rest.

Summer couldn't say anything.

Summer put the soup on the small table in front of his bed and stepped away quickly. Summer tried to avoid contact with Douglas, but her single room was too small.

Besides the partitioned kitchen and bathroom, a 1. 5-meter bed, a small folding table, a single sofa, and some new bookshelves only a few simple things have occupied most of the room.

As a result, no matter how far she hid, she couldn't get out of Leonardo's sight.

Leonardo glanced at her, slowly sitting upright, and then pulled the quilt away from him expressionlessly, exposing the gauze covered with blood on his chest, and casually said, "The wound has cracked."

With that careless tone, he seemed as he was describing some other person's wounds and not his own.

Summer didn't want to worry about this, but she couldn't stand watching it. What she could do was to step over slowly, with one hand holding the bowl, and ladling the soup with the other into his lips.

Leonardo didn't say anything this time. He lowered his eyes and swallowed the soup she fed bit by bit.

There was silence in this small room, only the tiny sound of the spoon touching the edge of the bowl, the uncertainty hung in the air, so thick you could cut it.