His Ugly Bride novel Chapter 43

Leonardo finally relaxed after having been nervous all night.

He squatted down, reached out to touch her head, and moved the hairs that were covering her face. His voice was slightly hoarse but the words were said clearly, "Summer, I have finally found you."

Her hair was messy, her clothes were wrinkled, and her forehead was covered by a fine sheen of sweat. Fortunately, she was fine.

Leonardo reached out to pick her up. However, when he put his arm around her, she pushed it away. With tears in her eyes, she said feebly, "Get away from me..."

Leonardo, who had just looked less tense, resumed his gloomy look.

He looked at Summer with a complicated look in his eyes. After a few seconds, he leaned closer to her ear and whispered, "I'm Douglas. I've come to take you home."

Summer's resistance grew less intense, and then she tilted her head to his side. Leonardo was already close to her ear, so now they were even closer, their heads touching.

He could feel the excessive heat on her forehead.

Leonardo's expression turned cold. He quickly picked her up and strode out of the room.

The woman in his arms was as hot as a small stove, heating him. She seemed to be in discomfort, frowning and breathing heavily. However, she was obedient, trusting him enough to lean against his chest, not making any noise.

Leonardo's face was gloomy as his anger

rose. Someone had informed Carl and Tim. When

Leonardo took Summer to the living room, he met them.

Noticing Leonardo's expression, Tim did not dare to ask. But Carl was brave enough, "Is she all right?"

"She is fine," Leonardo's voice was low. He turned to look at Tim and said, "Hospital."

"Yes," Tim respectfully replied and took out his phone to make a call.

When he got in the car, Leonardo seemed to remember something and asked Carl, "Where's your little star?"

"I just called her. She's not here." Although Carl was still dissatisfied with the way Leonardo addressed Jessica, he knew that now was not the time to worry about such a problem.

Leonardo did not say anything. He only looked up and instructed the driver, "Speed up." Although they were about to over-speed, the driver did not dare to disobey.

Fortunately, it was a little late now and there were fewer cars on the road.

The group went to the nearest private hospital.

The hospital was not big and there were just a few souls. The doctor on duty was a man. He was chatting with his girlfriend to kill time.

The doctor looked up and saw Leonardo and the others walking over. His expression changed slightly and he hung up the phone quickly.

Leonardo walked at the front with Summer in his arms. Tim and Carl walked behind him. His musclemen were also in the group, which at first glance, seemed troublesome.

The doctor was so scared that his face turned pale. "Are ... you here to see a doctor?"

"Yes," Leonardo answered and placed Summer on the hospital bed. Then, he stood at the side and stared at the doctor with a solemn expression.

The doctor swallowed and examined Summer trembling with fear. His hand holding the stethoscope was no longer steady.

Leonardo coldly glanced at him, "Do you have epilepsy?"

The doctor replied in a hurry, "No... No..."