Leonardo could finally feel a little relieved. Squatting down, he reached out to touch her head, pushing her hair, which was stuck to her face to the side. His voice was hoarse but his words were clear as he said, “Summer, I’ve got you.”
Her hair was a mess, her clothes were wrinkled, and there was sweat on her forehead. The good news was, she was fine.
Leonardo extended his arms to carry her, but the minute he wrapped his arms around her back, she struggled to push him away, mumbling, “Get away from me…”
Leonardo’s already overcast face became even grimmer. He looked at her for a few seconds, his eyes filled with affection. Then he spoke into her ear, “It’s me, Douglas. I’ve come to take you home.”
Her resistance was lesser this time, and she tilted her head to face him. Their faces were inches away before they finally came together.
He could feel the fire on her forehead. His heart skipped a beat, and he lifted her up and walked out of the room.
Summer was burning like an oven in his arms. Her brows were knitted together, and she was breathing heavily. She leaned on his chest with no further resistance, feeling safe and secure.
Leonardo looked calm, but deep inside, he was boiling with anger.
His men had informed Carl Jones and Tim about it. They saw Leonardo emerging with Summer in his arms at the hall.
Seeing Leonardo’s grave expression, Tim thought it best not to say anything. It was Carl Jones who went up to him and asked, “Is she alright?”
“She’s alright.” Leonardo’s voice was low as he looked over at Tim. “Go to the hospital.”
“Understood.” Tim took out his phone and made a call.
In the car, Leonardo asked Carl Jones, “Where’s that B-list actress?”
“Just received a call from her; she wasn’t here.” Carl Jones did not like how Leonardo called Jessica, but he knew it was not the time for an argument.
“Drive faster!” Leonardo instructed the driver, then said nothing more. They were almost over the speed limit, but the chauffeur had no choice but to obey the order. Fortunately, it was almost midnight, and the traffic was light.
They arrived at the nearest private hospital in no time. It was not a large medical center, hence it was not crowded.
The doctor on-duty was chatting with his girlfriend on the phone to kill time when Leonardo and the gang stormed in. His expression changed, and he quickly hung up the phone.
Leonardo still had Summer in his arms. With Tim and Carl Jones along with a group of men behind them, they looked like gangsters at first glance.
The doctor’s face turned pale. “A-Are you all here to see a doctor?”
“Mm,” Leonardo answered. He laid Summer on the bed and stood respectfully to one side, staring at the doctor.
The doctor swallowed, nervously examining Summer. His hand trembled as he held the stethoscope.
Leonardo gave him a sideways glance, asking, “Do you have epilepsy?”
“No… No…” answered the doctor. How could he not be afraid when a bunch of savage gangsters had him surrounded? It looked like they would kill him if he made the slightest mistake.
The woman had been drugged by something nasty; it was some kind of anesthesia yet seemed more like an aphrodisiac.
He did not know what it was at that moment but treating it was not very difficult. He gave Summer an injection and hooked her up to an IV. Gradually, her condition stabilized.
Once they were back at the mansion, Leonardo carried Summer up to his room. She sweated so much that she was a mess.
He got to his feet, went into the bathroom, and came back out with a hot towel in his hand.
He gently pushed her bangs back with one hand and began to clean up her face using the towel with the other.
While he was at it, Leonardo suddenly paused. It was his first time doing that, taking care of a patient and doing it like an expert. However, what really caught his eyes was her face.
The last time they were in the dining room, Leonardo had noticed something weird on her face. She was careful to evade him, and he did not get a chance to find out what it was.
But, he also did not care how she looked back then. Now that he had a closer look, he found the problem rather stunning.
He squinted as he cleaned up her face. He then pulled away from her a little to take a look. The dull yellowish skin and black spots on her face were gone, replaced by a healthy and fair complexion, which shimmered in the light. Her lips were rosy, and the bridge of her nose was high. Not to mention, her eyelashes were curled like hand fans, casting soft shadows under her eyes. Even her forehead and bangs looked clean and neat now. Combining all of that, she looked even better.
Leonardo stared at her and chuckled. Not only had she been faking her lack of intelligence but also her ugly looks. She must have gone through a hell of a life.
…
When Summer regained consciousness, pain raged all over her body, and her mouth was dry as if it was about to smoke. She turned her head, looking to her left and right before realizing that she was not in her room. She tossed about and sat up, her mind still blank. She did not know what had happened the night before.
Just then, the door swung open as Leonardo came in with a glass of water in his hand. He came to the bedside and handed her the glass. “Here you go.”
Summer grabbed it and downed the entire glass of water at once. Then she realized that the man before her was wearing pajamas. Looking down at herself, she realized she was in a pair too.
Her memories began to come back and rush into her head. Her sentence was a little messed up when she said, “Douglas! You… I… Last night… We…”
Leonardo sat down on the bed, supporting himself with one hand beside her and looking into her eyes. “I saved you from the Violet Gold Club last night. After that, you insisted on sleeping in my room. Then, you took advantage of me and did every single thing that you weren’t supposed to do.”
Summer was even more dumbfounded. She only remembered jumping off the balcony, hanging tightly onto the railing of one of the balconies on the lower floor, and climbing up to hide behind the curtain.
That was all she could recall, but she was damned sure she basically had not much strength left other than her determination to live when she made the jump.
Since she could not even raise her hand, how could she have possibly done anything to “Douglas”?
“Stop lying! I may not remember what happened last night, but I’m sure I was too weak to have done anything to you!”
“Since you remember nothing, how can you be so sure that you’ve done nothing to me? They drugged you with a new kind of popper, and it was strong stuff.” Leonardo drew close to her, his voice sounding meaningful. “Besides, I’ve always liked you. Since you wanted it, I thought it was inappropriate for me to decline.”