Predestined Marriage

Chapter 9 Wanted to Touch Her

The way Summer served him the medicine was quite gentle, so gentle that he was a little moved by

that.

Then one thing led to another, and he just wanted to touch her, to feel her.

She's his wife, of course, he could do anything he wanted with her.

But for Summer, he is "Douglas”, Leonardo's cousin.

Over and over again, he teased her, kissed her, which were far beyond her tolerance.

Summer pushed him away abruptly, and stepped back a few steps, and kept some distance from him,

"Douglas, l'm your cousin's wife! Please show some respect! '' she said with a cold face.

After taking the bullet just now, her hatred towards "Douglas” was getting less, what she didn't expect

was he would still act so

presumptuously.

Leonardo rubbed his lips, and there was a little bewitchment in his pleasant voice, “My sister in law, by

committing to my cousin, you will be nothing but a widow for your lifetime, why don't you considering

being with me?”

Summer refused with no hesitation, “No.”

Leonardo looked down at Summer. He saw a tiny, numb face, coupled with an ugly dress. She looked

like an old lady, nothing attractive.

But there was something about Summer that Leonardo found irresistible.

Summer felt that she should no longer sit here and do nothing. She needed to do something before

"Douglas" started acting more presumptuous.

"You should call someone to pick you up and go back, or II call an ambulance, and then people will find

out you got ambushed.”

Her voice was a little soft and even her threatening words, there is no deterrent at all.

Leonardo glanced at her, as if he had not heard her, and immediately closed his eyes to rest.

Summer couldn't say anything.

She bit her lip and looked at his pale face. She couldrït bear to wake him up to drive him away.

While he was resting, Summer went to the food market.

Although she ¡is the so-called "third lady" of the .Jarrett family, she doesn't have the kind of privileges NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

that the title should entail. Most of the time, when she was ill, nobody cared, and when she was hungry,

no one made her food. She really had to take care of herself and up to now, she had done a good job

of it. No matter how much she hates "Douglas"”, she couldrt take the risk to watch him die here.

She lived a serious life and worked hard for it, of course, she didn't want to get involved with killing

people, let alone being buried with him.

Therefore, she had to make soup for him reluctantly.

When the night fell, Summer woke up “Douglas'".

"You hungry? I made a soup, would you like some?” She stood two steps away from him, afraid that he

would make some extravagant moves again.

Leonardo looked up at her, and with great effort managed to say, 'Yes, please.

Summer put the soup on the small table in front of his bed and stepped away quickly.

Summer tried to avoid contact with Douglas, but her single room was too small.

Besides the partitioned kitchen and bathroom, a 1.5-meter bed, a small folding table, a single sofa, and

some new bookshelves only a few simple things have occupied most of the room.

As a result, no matter how far she hid, she couldn't get out of Leonardo's sight.

Leonardo glanced at her, slowly sitting upright, and then pulled the quilt away from him

expressionlessly, exposing the gauze covered with blood on his chest, and casually said, "The wound

has cracked."

With that careless tone, he seemed as he was describing some other person's wounds and not his

own.

Summer didn't want to worry about this, but she couldn't stand watching it.

What she could do was to step over slowly, with one hand holding the bowl, and ladling the soup with

the other into his lips.

Leonardo didn't say anything this time. He lowered his eyes and swallowed the soup she fed bít by bit.

There was silence in this small room, only the tiny sound of the spoon touching the edge of the bowl,

the uncertainty hung in the air, so thick you could cut it.