My Supermodel Wife

The maid doesn't have time to think.

He lifted his chin, and then agreed to Mellisa's suggestion. "Then, quickly heat up the milk, and take it immediately to the young master's place!"

"Understood!" Mellisa handsomely raised her eyebrows. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and the servant blushed.

After the maid left with the car, Mellisa walked back to the kitchen quickly.

She was still very good at making hot milk.

At Villa Lakeside, in the middle of the night, she often made Leonard hot milk.

It was precisely because of this that she overheard the "engagement" Leonard was discussing on the phone one night.

Mellisa took out fresh milk from the storage cupboard, and inadvertently recalled all the past events in her mind.

She curled up and laughed at herself, and the mist slowly rising from the milk in the pot obscured her vision.

Five minutes later, Mellisa called security, holding a thermos cup in her hand, and gazing at the sights along the way.

The Adlers' house was indeed quite large, and the layout of the inner courtyard of the castle was even more beautiful than any house she had ever seen.

In an instant, the motorbike that was carrying her slowly came to a stop near the courtyard fountain, the ground was covered with gravel, and the three-story castle building was also visible.

Mellisa got off the bike, looked down at her clothes, and as she moved forward. The security guard behind then reminded her. "Don't walk around in the young master's castle. You only came here to give the milk to the butler in the building."

"Okay."

Mellisa answered with low brows, but her heartbeat became increasingly violent as she approached the castle.

She thought, if she had the chance to see him today, then her wish would come true.

Once she was sure that he was fine, she could leave with peace.

Currently, Mellisa is wearing a hat over her head, and to hide her face, she is also wearing a special leather mask.

Under the corridor in front of the villa, she took a deep breath, and her fingers holding the thermos were also secretly exerting force.

After setting her mood, Mellisa went inside the door.

The castle hall was magnificent, with silent corridors connected on both sides.

Mellisa stood in the middle, slightly confused.

There was no one in such a big building!

Where's the butler's head? Where are the servants?!

She narrowed her brows slightly, then looked back at the car parked outside the door.

After thinking about it, Mellisa walked to the elevator on the left.

She guessed that Leonard's room should be upstairs.

When the elevator reached the third floor, Mellisa looked right and left seriously.

If the bedroom wasn't on the third floor, could it be on the second?!

Just thinking about it, a door in the middle of the corridor opened.

A doctor in a white coat appeared from the door with a medicine box in his hand. "Doctor Lawrence, young master's illness..."

The old man following the doctor, about 50 or 60 years old, was wearing a gray maid outfit. His face looked worried.

Mellisa knew the doctor.

This is Doctor Lawrence.

"The disease… is very severe!" Doctor Lawrence sighed inwardly and gave a surprising answer.

Mellisa was standing not far away and could hear her clearly.

The old housekeeper sucked in a breath and could barely stand still. He shook his body and choked. "Could it be... Can't you treat it?"

Doctor Lawrence shook his head with an indistinct expression. "You have seen his current situation, and he himself has no desire to survive. Those eyes have never received treatment, nothing in this world can cure them!"

Eyes…

Melissa suddenly bit the corner of her mouth.

What happened to Leonard's eyes?!

In just a few months, what had happened that he had to go through this?!

At this time, after Doctor Lawrence sighed, he was about to reach out and pat the butler's shoulder to calm him down.

But his eyes shone, and he saw Mellisa standing in a daze not far away.

"What are you doing here?"

The old butler immediately put on a suspicious expression.

Outsiders were never allowed to set foot in his young master's building.

This guy... who sent him?!

Mellisa's voice choked and forced herself to calm down. She held the tray and said in a deep voice, "I am here to deliver hot milk to the young master."

Doctor Lawrence looked at the flask in her hand and looked at the old man. "He doesn't want to eat his food either, so maybe a glass of warm milk can help."

The old butler was on the verge of tears, looking really sad.

Doctor Lawrence lowered his head, smoothed the collar of his doctor's coat, then coughed lightly. He said to Mellisa, "What are you waiting for, hurry up and get in."

Mellisa nodded, but the old butler stepped forward. "Give it to me. Young master is…"

"Hey, just let him send it. I still need some extra medicine here. You better take care of this and get someone to buy it for me."

Hearing this, the old housekeeper paused and opened the door for Mellisa. Still not forgetting to tell her, "Hurry out of the room once you're done."

"Yes."

After Mellisa entered the door, Doctor Lawrence looked at her back and smiled slightly.

"Doctor, why…laughing?"

The old butler was still deep in sorrow, but why was the doctor laughing?!

Doctor Lawrence straightened his face, put his hand on the old servant's shoulder, and led him to the elevator. "Sir, that Leonard… will definitely get better, trust me! A glass of warm milk might be the medicine he needs for now."

The old butler didn't understand!

What does warm milk have to do with his young master's illness?!

...

In the bedroom, Melissa was standing at the door holding a tray. The smell of disinfectant spread in the air.

Leonard's bedroom was large and dark.

The sun was still shining intensely, but in his bedroom, the curtains were tightly covering all the windows.

Only some of the sun's rays broke through the gaps in the curtains and streamed onto his light blanket.

"Young Master…" Mellisa called out in a low voice.

The man who was lying on her back on the bed did not respond.

Her heart clot in an instant, and she ignores his objections and stubbornness. She placed the tray on a table near the entrance, took the thermos, and walked to the bed.

The bed was quite empty, and he's the only one who lies here ?!

The Adler family… Had they really given up on him?!

Lots of things flooded Mellisa's mind, the light in the room was too dark, and she could only lean on the bed, trying to see Leonard's face clearly.

"Who...?"

A weak voice escaped his thin lips, piercing right through Mellisa's heart.

The man she remembered was a handsome and strong man.

His figure was like Hercules, full of vitality.

Why is the voice of the person in front of her hoarse now?

Still unable to let go, Mellisa suppressed the bitterness in her heart, and muttered as calmly as possible, "Master, I brought you warm milk."

Leonard's closed eyes trembled. "Milk… Who asked for it? I don't want to drink it."

Mellisa's heart sank in an instant!