His Ugly Bride novel Chapter 371

A strange feeling rose in Leonardo's heart, as if ... he couldn't bear to see it.

He felt it somewhat ridiculous.

There was nothing special about this woman. Why couldn't he bear to see her caught in the rain?

Before he knew, he had already gotten out of the car with an umbrella.

He walked in big steps to catch up with Summer.

"Miss Summer." He called her once, and then couldn't help curling his lips in self-mockery. There was no smile in his eyes.

Summer covered her head with her purse while running toward her apartment. She heard the steps, but didn't expect it to be Leonardo.

"Mr. Emerson, what is it?" As soon as Summer asked, she heard another familiar voice from behind.

"Summer."

Summer glance at Leonardo before turning to the other side and seeing Stanley.

"Stanley? Why did you come out?"

Dressed in a soft leisure wear, Stanley walked towards her calmly with a well-made lattice umbrella.

From behind her came Leonardo's deep and cold voice, "Is he your friend?"

"Yes. He is my ... f1ance." Summer could

conjure up no reason for this short hesitation.

The atmosphere froze instantly at her words.

She turned to look at Leonardo with doubt.

However, his expressionless face looked the same as usual. There was no way to detect his emotion right now. Maybe she was mistaken at that instant.

At this time, Stanley had already reached them.

His gaze swept back and forth between Summer and Leonardo, deep and arcane.

Then, he waved at Summer, "Summer, come here."

Hearing this, Summer raised her foot and was about to walk under Stanley's umbrella.

But just as she took the first step, her wrist was grabbed.

She turned her head and saw a man's hand on her wrist.

The hand was strong and powerful, holding her wrist with unbreakable strength. The heat of this hand was ambitious to invade through her skin into her bones.

"Mr. Emerson, is there anything wrong?" Summer struggled a little, but failed to shake off Leonardo's hand.

He didn't seem to put much effort into it, but it was still unbreakable.

Mr. Emerson seemed such dauntingly unapproachable, but right now he was grabbing her hand and wouldn't let her go?

Leonardo lowered his eyes to look at her. The paleness of Summer's complexion bordered upon morbidity. Those cat-like eyes, staring at him through the rainy night, were somewhat tempting.

Leonardo felt that he was really crazy.

He was so unreasonably angry when she said the word "f1ance".

More ridiculously, he subconsciously grabbed her wrist at the moment when Summer was about to leave.

He didn't even know why. Stanley's gaze fell on Leonardo's hand holding Summer's wrist, and then turned instantly to his face, "Sir, please let her go."

Leonardo frowned slightly, but finally he let loose of Summer.

The moment Summer was released, she immediately walked under Stanley's umbrella.