My Supermodel Wife

Michelle sucked in a breath of air, and her footsteps staggered. She grabbed Leonhart's wrist and muttered in frustration.

"Even if I help Lyn, please don't treat Lyle like that. He's our son! I made a mistake and I want to fix it. He thinks of Leonard as his eldest brother. If you do, he'll be sad."

Leonhart looked on dimly, winking at Michelle's delicate cheeks. "Lyle is sad? When his mother was busy pampering him to the point of going wild like that, then who cared about Leonard's grief?"

"You took advantage of my absence and forcibly adopted Lyn as a fiancée. Michelle, the only reason I married you in the first place, was because my parents forced me! I don't want Leonard to go through the same thing. But now it looks like you just want him to repeat the mistake I did again!"

When those words finished, Leonhart forcibly released Michelle's hand. He pressed his thin lips tightly listening to Michelle growling while crying behind him. "Haven't you ignored Leonard for years? Why do you suddenly care about him now?"

Leonhart didn't turn around, he immediately replied, "He's my son, of course I care about him! Then do you know why I let you go on a business trip overseas for three months? Because I want to find out who helped Lyn pass the exam."

Michelle looked at Leonhart with pain in her eyes. From behind, she closed her eyes, turned around and sat on a stone bench in the pavilion.

She held her forehead, shook her head and shed tears, her expression was very painful.

...

In the afternoon, at half past five, there were many people sitting in the living room of Leonard's villa.

Lyle looked to the other side with blank eyes, and then asked suspiciously, "Father, why did we come here just to have dinner with big brother? Didn't you say we would eat at the main house?"

Lyle's eyes looked worried, he was afraid that his brother's acting would be caught.

In front of the sofa in the living room, Michelle smirked. "Your eldest brother asked for it. Anyway, the important thing is that we all get together. We also haven't eaten in a long time with the whole family."

Hearing this, Lyle nodded clearly, and he turned his head and glanced at the elevator. He smiled when he woke up, "Then I will go upstairs and see big brother."

In the living room, Lyn kept her head down and said nothing.

But her eyes were filled with joy. She opened her eyes and looked at Leonhart silently, then said to Michelle, "Auntie, I'm going up too. I heard Leonard is getting better lately from taking his medicine every day, and I don't think he has taken his lunch today. I'd better go upstairs and remind him."

Michelle looked at Lyn with satisfaction, was just about to nod her head in agreement, and then looked at Leonhart beside her doubtfully.

Seeing that he didn't mind, she nodded with a smile. "Okay."

Lyn's smile grew thicker, and after getting the approval, she hurriedly walked to the elevator.

Since they were going to have dinner at Leonard's residence today, she could find an opportunity to punish the naive servant in front of him.

After all, she has an aunt who supports her, she will not let the arrogant maid feel better tonight!

...

Upstairs, in the master bedroom, when Leonard first returned, he went to the old butler and talked about something.

Knowing that Mellisa hadn't left the villa all afternoon, he couldn't help but feel strange.

"He really didn't come out?" At this time, Leonard took off his tie in the dressing room and looked at the butler.

The butler nodded with a serious face. "He hasn't come out yet, he keeps fiddling with the tea utensils on the balcony."

Leonard narrowed his eyes. "For more than two hours?"

He went to the Flower Hall at three o'clock in the afternoon, and when he returned at a quarter past five, he saw Mellisa still sitting in the wicker chair on the balcony.

For some reason, Leonard didn't really believe the old butler's explanation.

Facing Leonard's suspicions, the butler stretched out three fingers solemnly. "I swear to God, he never left this place. Seeing that you like tea, he sits there and learns how to make tea properly."

After the butler explained this, Leonard's thin lips… smiled triumphantly.

This little stray cat of his had become tame!

At this time, Melissa got up from the chair. On the balcony, she looked at the hidden door in the dressing room, and a bright light flashed in her eyes.

After she left Leonhart's study, she was sent back by Kevin five minutes earlier than Leonard.

At this time, she faintly heard the conversation between the butler and Leonard, and she understood.

It turned out that the butler and all his bodyguards were "instigated" by the head of the house.

Mellisa got up to move her muscles and bones, and she gained a lot today.

And the next step was to get Leonard to regroup with his family.

Mellisa walked over to the railing, watching the view of the courtyard, her eyes were firm and her mind drifted.

"Hey, why are you alone, where is my brother?"

At this time, Lyle came uninvited from outside the door. He looked around the bedroom, and shouted at Melissa's back.

Mellisa turned her head back and saw Lyle's green hair, her mouth moving. "In the dressing room."

"Oh." Lyle replied and walked to the balcony, hunched over the railing with his hands looking around. "What are you looking at?"

Mellisa sniffed the perfume on Lyle's body, and covered her nose in disgust. "It's nothing, did you come to see Young Master?"

"No, I'm here to have dinner, I came to pick him up. Ah, why don't you help downstairs? You're here and enjoying the view, why don't you work?"

When Lyle finished speaking, Leonard's displeased voice came from behind. "Lyle, who let you in?"

Lyle looked back and smiled. "Brother, your door is unlocked. Mom and Dad are downstairs. I came to pick you up so we can quickly eat!"

Leonard glanced at Lyle and Mellisa, only to see them as an eyesore!

He frowned and opened his chin. "You, come here!"

Melisa narrowed her eyes and looked into Leonard's eyes for a moment.

He seemed to have forgotten to pretend again!

Melissa calmly walked over to him. "Young Master, what's wrong?"

"Help me walk downstairs!"

The young master's anger erupted again.

Melissa did not refuse, she extended her hand to help him and walked out the door.

When she walked to the door of the master bedroom, the frame suddenly slammed.

The man hissed, then covered his shoulders and frowned, "What… What happened?"

Mellisa narrowed her eyes on Leonard. She let go of his hand without saying a word, turned around and walked into the dressing room.

Leonard was dumbfounded. "Why did you leave?"

Is she angry?

In less than a minute, Melisa came back with sunglasses in her hands.

She paced in front of Leonard, moved naturally to put them on her face, and whispered, "Young Master must wear sunglasses, otherwise I will always feel that you aren't blind!"

Leonard's heartbeat sped up. After straightening the frames of his glasses, he nodded his head in disbelief.

"Well, thanks for the reminder."