His Ugly Bride novel Chapter 149

Carl discovered that there were many similar questions on the Internet.

But the following answers are essentially the same:

"How long have you been knelt down to him?"

"It is impossible. Before you can make him kneel down, you will give in first."

"Naive."

"There was once a person who asked this question. Then ... he died."

What the hell were these comments?

Carl looked at many similar posts and found that they had basically the same answers.

There was also a poster came back to answer his own question with only one sentence. "Kneeling down doesn't feel that bad!"

Carl threw his phone aside and sat down to deal with the documents.

He was also very desperate for being unable to defeat Leonardo.

It took Leonardo 20 minutes to get home.

Although Summer asked the stylists to go back, they were unwilling to leave.

She had no choice but to serve them tea in the living room, while she went to the kitchen to cook dinner leisurely.

When Leonardo returned, they had already drunk enough tea. When they saw Leonardo, it was as if they saw a savior. "Mr. Emerson!"

Leonardo glanced at them and asked the bodyguard, "Where is Mrs. Emerson?" "She is in the kitchen." The bodyguard pointed at the kitchen.

Summer was reading the recipe. She had been thinking about some new dishes recently. She planned to try one tonight.

Just as she was reading the recipe, she heard footsteps coming from outside the door.

Somewhat miraculously, she knew that Leonardo had returned the moment she heard the footsteps.

She pretended not to notice him and continued to focus on her recipe.

Leonardo walked over and saw the recipe in her hand from behind her. Seeing the name of one dish on it, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Bitter gourd mousse?"

"You're back," Summer said without turning her head, her tone extremely cold.

Leonardo pulled out the book from her hand and lifted it high, taking advantage of his height. Summer turned around and tried to stand on tiptoe to get the book, but she was much shorter than him and couldn't even touch the book.

Summer had been angry before that, and now she was even angrier.

She kicked Leonardo's shin angrily. "Give me the recipe!"

"The recipe is more attractive than me?" Leonardo raised his eyebrows and said in a serious tone.

Summer glared at him, "Yes. It's annoying to see you."

Leonardo smiled instead of being angry. He put the recipe aside, lowered his head and lightly kissed Summer's lips. He hugged her before she could react.

He whispered in a low voice, "Didn't you want to help me? I have to ask the help of my dear wife for this dinner party."

His voice was originally low and pleasant, not to mention that he had purposely made his voice deep, so that that sound of that "wife" was added more sweet tenderness.

Summer felt her ears itch. She reached out to scratch her ears. Leonardo seemed to have guessed that she would do this. He held her hand quietly and kissed her ear lightly. "Are you going to the dinner party?"

Summer shrunk her neck at the itch and shouted, "I'll go, alright?"

"Thank you." Only then did Leonardo let go of her.

Summer's ears were sensitive and they turned red. Leonardo couldn't help but reach out and pinch her ears.