radicalducati Chapter 705: He Hurts
Chapter 705: He Hurts
She pulled open the drawer and threw out the divorce agreement she had prepared beforehand. "Give this to Jared Quinn when he comes back. Tell him, I, Melody Thorne, am not that cheap to be thrown away by him over and over again.""Ma’am..." the butler wailed, "Please calm down first."
"Timmy, let’s go." Melody Thorne reached out her hand.
"Okay." Timmy grabbed Melody’s fingers and left without any reluctance.
In an estate, Melody Thorne carried her suitcase inside. Howard Seymour had spent twenty million to buy the entire European-style estate and transferred it to her.
"Timmy, come here, quickly, look at what Grandma made for you to eat?" Sila really liked Timmy, who knew how to make people happy at such a young age.
"Okay." Timmy washed his hands and ran over.
Melody Thorne entered the bedroom, lay down on the big bed, and closed her eyes to calm herself down.
At the hospital, Leon Rivers stared at the received message, his lips twitching slightly. "We’re doomed. Dr. Mo said that Jared drove his wife away to avoid hurting her."
This was something Harold Chapman had expected. "In Jared’s eyes, there is nothing more important than Melody Thorne."
"Brother Harold..." A soft, delicate voice came from outside. Chloe Summers stood there, her eyes filled with a thin mist of worry as she looked at Harold. "Where are you hurt? Does it hurt?"
Her worried and flustered expression caused Leon Rivers to irritably tug at his hospital gown, accidentally pulling off two buttons, his eyes turning cold.
"I’m fine," Harold said indifferently.
"Brother Harold, tell me where it hurts, and I’ll rub it for you," Chloe Summers said sweetly, her voice giving a tingling sensation to the men.
Leon Rivers, although never expressing his feelings, already had a darkening face and spoke irritably, "He’s got a pain in his balls!"
Chloe Summers’ soft face immediately flushed red. She took a deep breath and opened the chicken soup she brought. "Brother Harold, I heard you were injured, so I cooked this myself. It’s the first time I cooked for a man."
She ladled out a bowl for Harold, but a large hand reached out from behind her, grabbed the bowl from her, and drank it all at once, not caring if it was hot or how it tasted.
"Leon Rivers!" Chloe Summers was so angry she could spit blood. "That was for my brother Harold!"
She spent the whole afternoon making it, only for it to be drunk up entirely!
"He doesn’t like chicken soup!" Leon Rivers put the bowl down, his voice already hoarse from being burned, and the chicken soup Chloe made had a peculiar taste he had never experienced before.
Harold glanced sympathetically at Leon and said, "I really don’t like chicken soup."
"You’re lying; you clearly love chicken soup." Chloe Summers’ eyes were misty, as if tiny water droplets would fall, making her look pitiful.
"Right, he’s a bad guy. Let’s not pay attention to him." Leon Rivers bowed his head, his chiseled features faintly smiling. He took Chloe’s arm with one hand and used a napkin to wipe her little face. "No more crying, hm? If brother Harold doesn’t stay with you, brother Leon will."
Harold: "..."
"Quack doctor," Chloe Summers lifted her head and scolded Leon Rivers.
Leon Rivers: "...How could I be a quack doctor? Next time you get sick, come to me, and I’ll show you what a genius doctor does."
"Aren’t you the one who doesn’t treat women?"
"You’re the exception." Leon Rivers answered cleanly and sharply, his gaze unconsciously sweeping back and forth over Chloe Summers’ body.