His Ugly Bride novel Chapter 589

Seeing the rag doll on the bed, Leonardo put it into Rosie's arms, then pulled Summer into the bathroom and locked the door.

Leonardo did it smoothly.

Before Summer could react, she had already been in the bathroom.

"I read in the newspaper that you had a car accident, are you alright?" Summer's eyes patrolled his body worriedly.

It looked like he was fine since he was still in the mood for jokes.

Leonardo's eyes darkened slightly. Without answering her question, he held her waist with one hand and her neck with the other, then kissed her passionately.

After a long time, when Summer felt her lips numb, Leonardo loosened his hand slightly and straightened up with reluctance.

He still held her in his arms.

"Did you miss me?" His voice was hoarse after the hot kiss.

Summer shrunk her neck and struggled a little, but Leonardo hugged her even more tightly.

Summer became still in his arms. After a moment of silence, she said softly, "Rosie missed you very much."

"What about you?" Leonardo asked stubbornly.

Summer pursed her lips and replied, "Yes."

Immediately, she felt the subtle change of the man's breath after her answer.

Before Leonardo could speak, she asked him, "How did you get in?"

Leonardo frowned seriously, unsatisfied with Summer's answer.

Even so, he still answered her question, only perfunctorily.

"Through the window." He touched Summer's face as he spoke with a careless tone.

Hearing this, Summer noticed a thin rope around his waist with hooks at each end.

She guessed he must have climbed up by the help of the rope.

It looked like a simple rope, but Leonardo had someone to help him up.

Summer's face changed instantly, "This is the third floor!"

Leonardo snorted slightly at her words, "Only third floor. It's a piece of cake for me even if it's on the thirtieth floor."

His arrogance, bordering conceit, mixed with a touch of complacency, was a little childish.

Although arrogant and conceited, Leonardo always had the power to make her believe that he would never break his promise.

He deserved to be arrogant and conceited.

He was powerful not for the Emerson Group, not for the family, but only for himself. He was Leonardo Emerson.

The passion and fortitude that flew in his veins would never be defeated by time.

But what Summer had to do was to cool him down.

His powerfulness shouldn't be manifested through climbing into her apartment.

Summer gave a forced smiled because of rage, "Leonardo, you are being proud of yourself? What if you fell and hurt yourself?"

Leonardo paused from surprise, "Aren't you moved?"