Summer Sweetheart novel (Leonardo and Summer)

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, no 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..."

He was surrounded by a group of unfriendly people, who looked like they were about to finish him if he was ever to make a mistake. So, how could he not be afraid? However, the woman was drugged with something unusual. It seemed to be anesthetic and aphrodisiac....

Although he couldn't tell which kind of drug it was, he felt it would be an easy treatment.

He gave Summer an injection and put her on a drip. Then she was getting better.

After returning to the villa, Leonardo carried Summer into his room.

Her face was covered in sweat, and it looked kind of dirty. Leonardo got up and went to the bathroom for a hot towel to wipe her face.

He moved her thick bangs and wiped her face with the other hand.

Leonardo's hand stiffened as he wiped it. This was the first time he had done something like this, and he felt quite good about it...

However, it seemed that there was something wrong with Summer's face.

The last time in the dining room, he noticed that there was something wrong with her face. However, she was too wary of him, so he didn't have a chance to find out. Moreover, he didn't care much about the appearance of women.

At a closer look, it was not something trivial.

He narrowed his eyes as he wiped her face. Then, he retreated a little to have a different view.

Not yellowish and with black spots as usual, her face looked healthy and fair. Under the lights, it was alabaster and shining.

Her lips were rosy, her nose was delicate, and her long and curly eyelashes were like a small fan, casting a gentle shadow over her eyes. Her forehead was smooth, and her hairline neat.

Her facial features were beautiful on their own, yet even more gorgeous when put together.

Leonardo looked at her and suddenly let out a low laugh.

This woman, besides pretending to be stupid, also made herself ugly on purpose. It looked like she had been living a hard life.

When Summer woke up, she felt that every part of her body ached, and her throat was hellishly dry.

She turned her head and looked around in confusion. She realized that this was not her room.

She rolled over and sat up. Her brain went blank, and she couldn't remember what had happened last night. The door was pushed open from outside.

Leonardo walked in with a glass of water. He reached the bedside and handed it to her, "Drink some."

Summer took it and drank it all.

Only then did she realize that the man in front of her was wearing a nightgown. She looked down at herself and found that she was wearing the same thing.

"Douglas! You... I... last night... we..." She was confused, with so many memories surfacing all at once.

Leonardo sat on the edge of the bed and put his arm beside her. He looked at her with passionate eyes and said in a low voice, "Last night, I went to the Violet Gold Club to save you. When we came back, you insisted on sleeping in my room and you took advantage of me. You did everything you should and should not have done to me."

"What?"

Summer looked so confused. She only remembered that she jumped down through the window, grabbed onto a railing on some floor, and hid behind the curtains. After that, everything was blank. However, she also remembered that apart from the desire to survive when she jumped off the building, she didn't have much strength for the rest of the time.

Since she didn't have the strength, how could she do something to Douglas that she shouldn't have done?

"Don't lie to me! Although I don't remember what happened last night, I'm sure I didn't have the strength to do anything to you!"

"Since you I don't remember, how can you be sure that you didn't do anything to me? They drugged you with something novel, and its effects are great," Leonardo got closer and closer, saying flirtatiously, "Besides, I've always liked you. If you think about it, I can't really refuse you...."