His Ugly Bride novel Chapter 550

Summer carefully looked around the room and checked every single corner.

In addition to the wardrobe full of clothes, there was also a small cloakroom where lay many accessories for women including belts, bracelets, brooches, earrings, and so on.

Everything looked exquisite.

Almost all of them were designer products. Even the least extraordinary accessory was a unique and niche brand with good reputation.

She didn't have a clue who had prepared these items and for whom they were prepared, but she was sure that they must have something to do with Connel.

Summer looked around and walked to the window.

It was a spacious and sunny room with a huge floor-to ceiling window from which she can see the courtyard.

In spring and summer, it must be very enjoyable to see the beautiful scenery outside the window.

But at this moment, Summer could only see the bodyguards patrolling outside as well as the withered trees.

If she wanted to escape, she had to distract the bodyguards first. However, she had no intention of running away.

In the evening, a maid came to tell Summer to come for dinner.

"Miss Summer, dinner is ready. You can go to the dining room to have dinner now."

Summer leaned against the sofa to have a rest, only to fall asleep accidentally. She was awakened by the knock on the door and heard a maid ask her to have dinner.

She stood up, straightened her clothes, walked to the door and opened it.

The maid was still waiting outside the door. Seeing Summer open the door, the maid nodded slightly, "Miss Summer."

"Thank you." Summer smiled kindly at the maid.

The maid was surprised and shook her head hurriedly, "Miss Summer, you don't have to be so polite. You are Mr. Connel's guest."

"Does Connel often have guests?" Summer asked casually.

The maid pondered for a moment, then shook her head, "Very few. Almost none."

"I see." Summer asked, "You are also from China. What is your name?"

The maid pursed her lips and smiled, "My name is Jenny, but I didn't grow up in China. I was also adopted by Godfather like Mr. Connel."

Summer got the key words in her answer: adopted, Godfather.

Summer's eyes narrowed and she slightly lowered her eyes to conceal the emotions in her eyes, trying her best to make her tone sound normal.

"Godfather?" Summer repeated, pretending to be curious and asked, "Is he your foster father?"

"Yes, he is."

When it came to her foster father, respect and reverence emerged in Jenny's eyes. "He is our foster father, but we call him Godfather. He gave us a new life and the power to live on. He is a good person."

A good person. It was an identity that was extremely difficult to define.

Given Jenny's expression and tone, Godfather seemed a really good person.

Summer said calmly, "If I have time, I wonder if I can meet this kind-hearted gentleman."

Hearing this, Jenny looked a little disappointed, "I haven't seen Godfather for several years. After his daughter became ill, he took his daughter away and lived in isolation. We rarely contact each other, and he doesn't want to see us either..."