His Ugly Bride novel Chapter 478

Arthur cast a glance at Summer when she came in before answering Leonardo, "Yes, but it's not safe."

Leonardo looked over his shoulder at Summer and said nothing.

In the next few days, it was still raining, and the road was still in bad condition. As a result, even if the county sent technicians for the electrical circuit and telecom signals, they couldn't reach here.

Leonardo and Summer could only stay at Arthur's.

Since it was raining, Arthur didn't have to work on the farm. He always held a pipe and sat on a rocking chair at the gate, watching the rain outside. Occasionally, he would have the cat in his arms.

The vegetables they ate every day were freshly picked from the land.

Since Summer and Leonardo were staying at Arthur's, they naturally shouldered the responsibility of picking vegetables and cooking.

But Summer still couldn't handle the fire. So in most cases, Arthur made the fire, Summer cooked, and Leonardo washed the dishes after the meal.

One morning, Summer woke up and listened for the sound of rain.

After a while, she turned to Leonardo. "It's not raining."

Leonardo was lying flat on his back beside her. With his eyes closed, he seemed to be asleep. But Summer knew he had been a light sleeper these past few days. Moreover, judging from his tightly knitted eyebrows, it was obvious he was awake.

As expected, a few seconds later, the man beside her opened his eyes and replied in a hoarse voice, "Okay."

Hearing his word, Summer sat up and moved to the other side of the bed. She got out of bed and put on her coat before walking towards the door.

She was used to it these days. Every day when she got up, she moved to where his feet were and got out of bed.

Summer went downstairs, opened the door, and walked out.

The house was built on a hill, with a small open space in front of the door for exercise and a forest ahead.

Now the forest was shrouded in mist.

It was going to be sunny after a long rain and a sudden mist.

Once it cleared up, the electrical circuits and signal towers would be repaired. There would be people coming to fix the road, and Carl and the others would be able to find them as soon as possible.

They were leaving.

It had only been few days, but in retrospect, it seemed like a long time had passed.

Summer looked down at the black plastic slippers on her feet. The slippers were a little too large for her, revealing part of her fair instep.

Mud spattered onto the corners of her trousers as she took a few paces in the mud with her slippers.

"Young lady, bring me a basket."

Arthur yelled.

Summer followed the direction of the sound and found Arthur standing in the green vegetable garden and waving his dirt-covered hand at her.

It was a little far, and Summer did not know what he was doing. She raised her voice as she replied, "Okay, right away."

Summer walked over with the basket on her back and saw Arthur was squatting in the middle of the land and pulling something out from a pile of newly dug soil.

"Arthur, what are you doing?"

The soil was soaked from days of rain. Summer rolled up her trousers to her knees and lumbered over step by step.

The soil was too sticky, and Summer's slippers were covered with a thick layer of mud.

When she reached Arthur, her slippers were covered with mud and became very heavy.

Arthur wiped the mud off his hand and delivered round stuff over to Summer. He chuckled, "Do you recognize this thing?"

Summer stared at it for a few seconds before confirming, "It's sweet potatoes."

He looked surprised, "You know it too?"

"Yeah. I bought it in the supermarket, but I haven't seen sweet potatoes freshly dug out from the soil." As Summer spoke, she squatted down curiously and picked one up.