His Ugly Bride (Anna and Sebastian) novel Chapter 475

Leonardo was clearly enraged by Summer's tone. Although the candlelight was a little dim, from such a short distance, Summer could still clearly see the sudden change of Leonardo's expression.

They exchanged glances for a while.

Leonardo took a step back and said first, "Because of Rosie."

"Rosie is little and gullible. You can find her a gentle, kind and beautiful stepmother. Anyway, you don't like me. Why don't you just let me die here alone, so that I won't come back and fight for Rosie's custody." Summer smiled.

Leonardo did not reply immediately, and the room fell into silence again.

Thinking of what she had just said to irritate him, Summer felt nervous.

Leonardo suddenly blew out the candle. She could not see Leonardo's face in the darkness, but she could feel his vexation and the tension in the air.

The next second, his voice rang out from the darkness, "Summer, I'll give you a chance to reorganize your language."

Summer clenched her fists, pursed her lips and said,"... I'm hungry."

She changed the topic. It was a sign of weakness.

Leonardo didn't say anything else. He turned around and walked outside.

Summer hurriedly followed him.

She wondered if Leonardo had night vision as he walked fast in the darkness. She could only stumble behind him.

She almost missed a step when they went downstairs.

She couldn't help but scream.

Just as she cried out in alarm, she felt an arm stretch towards her and wrap around her waist.

Summer hurriedly grabbed Leonardo's hand and held it tightly.

Leonardo did not shake her grip off and just took her downstairs like that.

There was an old wooden table in the room downstairs. On the table, there was a burning candle and several dishes. A cat was squatting at the foot of the table. The old man was placing a piece of meat in front of the cat. He smiled warmly as he watched the cat eating the meat.

When the old man saw Leonardo bringing Summer down, the smile on his face became even warmer. "You guys are here. Hurry up and come to eat."

After Summer and Leonardo sat down, the old man asked her with concern, "Is the fever gone?"

Summer smiled and said softly, "I feel much better now. Thank you for taking us in. What can I call you, sir?"

"That's good. Just call me Arthur." Arthur smiled and reached out to pick up a piece of meat for Summer, "Let's eat."

There were three dishes. One seemed to be Chinese cabbage. Another was sliced pork fried with potatoes. And the last one seemed to be pickles.

These were all plain home-cooked dishes.

Summer looked down at the bowl and found the bacon. She scrabbled some rice into her mouth.

Seeing that she took a big mouthful of the dishes, Arthur said gently, "Is it to your taste? There's nothing else in the country, but these vegetables and bacon. I hope you can put up with them."

Summer nodded, "It's delicious."

It was so kind of Arthur to take them in. And he even cooked dinner for them. She couldn't thank him more. How would she be picky?

Summer didn't feel the dishes intolerant. She turned to look at Leonardo.

Leonardo calmly ate his meal, no different from when he usually ate at home.

She was somewhat surprised. Leonard was usually quite picky. She did not expect that he would be okay with the dishes.

Elder people liked to chat during the meal.

Summer chatted with Arthur from time to time, and thus knew the basic situation of him.

His wife passed away more than a decade ago, and his children had moved to cities. He had been living alone in the mountains.

Feeling the temperature of one's forehead was actually a very intimate act.

For a moment, Summer felt that the former Leonardo had returned.

After taking the temperature of her forehead, Leonardo drew half a basin of cold water and put it aside. He said indifferently, "Bring it up later by yourself. You still need to have a cold towel on your forehead at night."

Summer could not hear any concern in his tone, but she was satisfied.

She nodded, "Alright."

After a simple wash, Summer carried the half basin of water upstairs. She drenched the towel with the cold water and wrung it out. Then she lay on the bed and put it on her forehead again.

She closed her eyes and thought about something.

There weren't many rooms in Arthur's house. Leonardo could either sleep with her tonight or with Arthur.

She felt that Leonardo might be more willing to sleep with her.

With that thought, she fell asleep in a daze.

After some time, Summer felt that someone was taking the towel from her forehead. She opened her eyes and saw Leonardo sitting by the bed and taking the towel from her forehead. He turned around and soaked it in the basin. Then he wrung it out, folded it over and put it on her forehead again.

Summer noticed that the room was very bright. She followed the light source and found that it was the flashlight of Leonardo's cellphone.

Although phones couldn't be used to make phone calls, they were still useful as flashlights.

As she tilted her head, Leonardo couldn't put on the towel. So he scolded in a low voice, "Don't move."

Summer quickly lay flat, so that Leonardo could apply the towel.

Leonardo put on the towel and went to get his phone.

Summer asked him, "What time is it? Where did you go just now?"