My Supermodel Wife

Melissa stood there and didn't move. Under the bright sunlight, her pair of eyes fell on Leonard's body impartially.

At this moment, Leonard was wearing his nightgown with his belt tied loosely.

The neckline of his nightgown was rather large, and as the caddy drove by, the wind continued to sway his shirt, revealing his well-structured chest.

This scene made Mellisa trance for a moment.

For several nights, she played with her own imagination in the room.

She had long forgotten what the man really looked like without any strands of fabrics.

But when she saw this familiar sight, memories began to flood her heart again.

It turned out that her feelings had evolved into love, so there was no way she could forget his figure.

At this moment, Mellisa's gaze fell on Leonard's cheek.

Maybe because his eyes can't see, the man wears special sunglasses.

After Mellisa was stunned for a while, she immediately lowered her head and eyelids to calm her thoughts.

The caddy car also stopped at this time.

The old butler looked displeased. He glanced at the back kitchen complex behind Mellisa, his eyes fixed on her figure and whispered. "What are you doing in the back kitchen?"

Mellisa glanced at the back kitchen, then gazed at Leonard in the back seat. "I… I wanted to prepare a glass of warm milk for the young master, but the kitchen seems too busy right now, so I plan to return."

Hearing this, the old butler's sullen expression subsided. After a few seconds, he said, "Alright, since you want to go back, let's go together."

As the words fell, he looked at Leonard next to him. "Sir, the sun is too hot during the day, and your wound still hasn't healed. We'd better get back soon so the wound won't get easily infected with sweat."

Leonard, who was wearing sunglasses, nodded slightly. "Okay, let's go back."

The old butler alerted the driver and the caddy was ready to drive towards the building where Leonard was resting.

Meanwhile, the butler said bitterly, "Sir, your body is really not fit to go out now. If you want some fresh air in the future, I'd better get you a wheelchair and push you around."

Leonard turned his head blankly. "Why don't you get me a stretcher as well?"

Hearing this, the old butler patted him on the thigh. "Great idea! But the thing is, it takes four people to parade your stretcher. Yesterday you kicked out all the maids, we'd better contact the main house for this."

Leonard. " ... "

At that time, Mellisa was sitting in front of them. Listening to the conversation between the butler and Leonard, she lowered her head slightly, and the corner of her mouth lifted up accidentally.

This butler is so cute! Obviously he doesn't understand Leonard's sarcasm.

Still, how come Leonard kicked out all his servants yesterday?!

Was it... to avoid people's eyes and ears?!

She had heard many stories about the Adler family conflict.

Luke was definitely up against Leonard, it is likely he set up a spy around Leonard.

At the thought of this, Melissa could not help but feel depressed.

Being the heir to the dignified Adler family, the man must have had a hard life dealing with the power struggle.

Approaching two in the afternoon, the car returned to Leonard's building.

The sun is shining brightly, only the cool breeze around the fountain at the entrance exudes a refreshing air.

The car stopped and Mellisa got out first.

She walked to the back seat, unbuckled the man's seatbelt, then lowered her head and stood by the car.

The old butler looked at Leonard beside him. "Young Master, be careful."

Leonard had wounds on his body and couldn't move freely.

He stayed in his chair for a long time, but couldn't get up.

Upon seeing this, the old butler stretched out his hand to summon the driver. "Hey, come here…"

"No, let me walk alone."

A thin layer of sweat trickled down Leonard's forehead, the simple act of just standing up was already very difficult for him.

But Mellisa, she forcibly restrained herself from charging forward and hugged him.

She held out her hand, intending to help him out of the car.

The dry and soft big hand suddenly grabbed her cold fingertips.

Mellisa trembled, covering her eyelids to block out the traces under her eyes.

Not seeing him for a long time, even just holding hands, can cause such a strong reaction.

It doesn't make any sense at all!

Leonard's palm clasped Mellisa's hand from above, and in an instant warmth swept over his soul.

Compared to Mellisa who got carried away, Leonard looked at her calmly as he lowered his eyes.

Her hands were always cold.

Leonard didn't dare to act too much in front of her in the past two days, but only at this moment, while he was wearing sunglasses, he could see this woman's figure up close.

Her brows were cold, her temperament was pure and noble, and it was still the familiar appearance he loved so much.

It's just… Her stomach looks more plump, though not big, but rounder than he thought.

Last night, he snuck into her bedroom.

Worried that it would disturb her dreams, he just sat by the bed and looked at her with a smile.

At this moment, Leonard looked deeply at Mellisa, and at the same time, he rose from the seat with her help.

In order to maintain his sickly charade, his legs weakened as he got out of the car, and his whole body… rested against Melissa's.

One could imagine that the tall and heavy Leonard leaning squarely on Mellisa's shoulder, how cute that would be?

At this moment, Mellisa couldn't help it. Seeing the man's body swaying, she subconsciously reached out and hugged him.

Her right hand crossed Leonard's waist, embracing him.

Her left hand was still being pulled by him, and the two people were too close to each other, which also caused the two hearts to fall and pound non-stop.

The old butler on the side could do nothing but stare blankly!

Since when did his young master's legs become so weak?!

When he said he wanted to go out for a walk, he moved really fast!

Could it be… the wound recurred?!

The old butler focused on Leonard, and he hastily wanted to step forward to help him. But as soon as he got close, he was pushed away by the young master vaguely.

"Hey, am I a little heavy?"

At this moment, Leonard let go of Mellisa's hand while speaking.

He raised his own hand, and placed it on Mellisa's shoulder.

As the words fell, Mellisa stood up and shook her head silently. "No, you're very thin."

Receiving this answer, Leonard leaned against her again, and embraced her arm. "Help me into the room."

Mellisa didn't speak, but watched the man's movements intently as they walked.

"Master, what's wrong with your leg?"

They were so close, Mellisa worried she would be exposed.

Leonard hugged her, walked slowly forward, raising his hand to support his glasses. "Sprained my leg."

"Who did it?" Mellisa's tone became much lower in an instant.

The old butler behind him. 'Huh?'

This master's leg… Obviously it only had one minor wound!

How could it suddenly get sprained!

Could something have happened without him knowing?!