His Ugly Bride (Anna and Sebastian) novel Chapter 660

Summer's wound was not deep, but it was quite long. The doctor said several stitches were required to sew up her wound. Summer kept silent all this time.

However, when the doctor was going to give her anesthetic, Summer refused. She looked indifferent with a poker face. "Just do it. I don't need anesthetic."

The doctor was a middle-aged man. Hearing Summer's words, he was at a loss. Then, he asked with uncertainty, "No anesthetic?"

Before Summer replied him, Stanley came forward. He frowned, "Summer, are you crazy? Did you become stupid after all this? Do you think you're a warrior or something?"

Summer did not look at anyone and her eyes glazed over. She said softly, "I want to remember this pain."

She had to remember the pain that Leonardo brought her. Stanley was so angry that he even laugh out loud. Then he looked sullen, and uttered with one word, "Whatever!"

Of course, the doctor did not understand their conversation, nor did he know what the relationship between them, but he knew that both of them had decided not to use anesthetic.

Summer did not care about how Stanley looked or what he said. She only raised her eyes to look at the doctor and said, "Doctor, you may start now."

Stanley slammed the door and went out. Obviously, the doctor was still hesitant.

"Doctor, I can stand it. Don't worry." Summer said again.

The doctor sighed and took up the needles. "If you can't stand it, tell me."

"Yes." Summer's voice sounded exceptionally firm.

Actually, only few stitches were needed.

However, it still hurt when the sharp needle pierced through her skin and flesh. Summer bit her lips, fine beads of sweat oozing from her forehead, and her face was slightly pale.

The doctor was surprised that she could really stand it.

After the stitches, the doctor handed Summer two napkins, "Wipe off your sweat."

"Thank you." Summer reached for the napkin and stood up.

"I'll write a prescription for you. Take some medicine home, and remember to have it on time. You may come again in a few days to take out stitches or just do it at another clinic."

"Thank you." Summer reached out to receive the prescription.

The doctor looked out of the door curiously, "Hey, where's your boyfriend? Why hasn't he come in yet?"

"He's not my boyfriend." After Summer finished speaking, she went out. She did not see Stanley outside the door.

Forgetting it, Summer went straight for the medicine.

When she left the hospital, she found Stanley's car was still parked at the entrance of the hospital. He was sitting in the car, smoking.

Summer paused for few seconds and walked over with mixed feelings, "I'm leaving."

"Without a 'thank you¹? Leonardo is having fun with another woman. If I didn't save you today, you couldn't have stood here alive."

Stanley held a cigarette in his fingers and squinted slightly. With his expression, he looked like a playboy.

"You can come to me when you need me, as long as it won't hurt anyone."

Summer had just finished the stiches, and looked pale. Even her gaze was not as bright as usual.

The way she looked annoyed Stanley. He put out the cigarette impatiently and repeated, "As long as it won't hurt anyone?"

Summer nodded expressionlessly, "Yes."

"Okay." Stanley leaned against the window with one hand and said seriously, "Marry me."

The heating in the room was not on, so the tea cooled down very soon. Stanley did not say or do anything else. He left after drinking the tea.

Summer was the only one left in the room. It became terribly quiet. She threw the teacup Stanley had used into the trash can. Then she walked into the bathroom, and stood in front of the mirror to look at the wound on her neck.

The woman in the mirror looked terrible, expressionless, like a walking dead.

Summer touched her face and murmured, "Be brave. There are many things you need to do, and the script is a few episodes short..."

She pulled the corner of her lips and tried to smile. However, the smile she forced was not pretty. It looked as if she was about to cry.

Summer went sullen. She washed her hands and went out of the bathroom. She looked so terrible that she didn't want to look in the mirror anymore.

Summer changed her clothes and cleaned herself up. She took off the bloody scarf and coat, put them in a bag, and prepared to throw them away. She went out of the apartment. When the elevator opened, Bruce walked out.

Bruce was carrying a black bag and wearing a cap. With such an outfit, he didn't look like a good guy. But Summer knew that Bruce had his own ethics and principles. A person with principles was not that scary if you didn't break his rules.

"Ms. Summer?" Bruce noticed the wound on Summer's neck. He, puzzled, greeted in a curious tone, but he did not ask more.

Summer nodded slightly and entered the elevator.

At this time, Bruce stopped her and said, "Ms. Summer, I haven't found a new employer these past few days."

Summer turned around and raised her eyebrows slightly, indicating that he could continue.

Bruce said directly, "Do you need a bodyguard?"

Summer knew what Bruce was capable of. During this period of time, so many things happened one after another.

Without thinking, she said straightforwardly, "Yes, I do."