My Supermodel Wife

Half an hour later, everyone looked at each other with dumbfounded gazes  in the living room of the Sakura Garden Villa.

When Lilia had continuous nosebleeds, her capillaries burst due to the dryness of her nose. Just as Doctor Lucas said.​​

Even the Mayer family's personal doctor came to the same conclusion after another examination.

At this time, Lilia's nosebleed had finally stopped, but Jean still asked her to lean on his shoulder. Lilia wasn't allowed to move or talk any more.

Grandpa Caleb was seen sipping the cup of tea that Mellisa gave him. Fortunately, his granddaughter's illness was a minor one, but when he put down the cup, he still asked with a serious expression. "Have you ever examined your whole body before?"

Lilia looked at him innocently, she reached out and touched the tip of her slightly sour nose, then shook her head implicitly. "Grandpa, don't worry too much. I'm in good health."

The old man's brows tightened, the look in his eyes were filled with disapproval. "You don't know what's going on inside your body if you don't get checked! After the banquet, Jean will accompany you and drag you if necessary for the examination. We must not be careless when it comes to health!"

Lilia lowered her head, she couldn't' refute him.

She looked at Jean with a hint of helplessness, winking at him, wishing he could help.

Then, what did Jean say?

The man lowered his head without thinking, his calm voice sounded firm. "We're leaving tomorrow."

...

Lilia said that this nosebleed was both embarrassing and funny.

But for Jean and Mellisa, it worried them a lot that they had to repeatedly hold their breaths while Lilia was being checked.

At this time, it was still half past ten in the morning. Caleb had already left with everyone, and only Janice was still sitting in the living room and never left.

She looked at Melissa, only to catch her daughter looking indifferent, then glanced at Leonard. Before she turned her gaze back, she saw Melissa pick up a box of cigarettes from the table and lit it with an annoyed face, as if she didn't regard her mother's existence.

Mellisa sighed heavily, and when she let out her cigarette smoke, she accidentally narrowed her eyes with a little laziness.

"Mellisa, why are you… When did you start smoking?" Janice wanted to ask why she smoked, but she changed her way of asking.

After five years apart, Janice didn't really know what had happened to her daughter.

Mellisa was lying on the sofa, her eyes fixed on the cigarette. She didn't look at Janice, and only lifted her lips with a smile. faint. "Since I found out I survived, I started learning to smoke."

Janice could not help but be silent at her daughter's sarcastic answer.

Mellisa slowly opened her eyes and looked at her mother through the floating mist. She clearly knew this familiar voice, but in her eyes, Janice's figure gradually became a stranger.

She shook her head mockingly, then started smoking faster.

Leonard sat across from her. Even though he didn't stop her, he still reminded her. "Smoke slowly, no one will rob you."

Mellisa ignored him, but her smoking had slowed down considerably.

In the living room, the three of them looked at each other without a word. Janice lasted long, but she went on saying, "Mellisa, your father and grandfather are coming to the banquet tonight. They also promised to give an explanation to you and Lilia."

Mellisa was silent and only smoked a few moments. With a thick puff of smoke, she raised her eyebrows and shook her head. The woman then said casually, "It doesn't matter if they don't want to explain. I don't want anything right now, I just want to keep my biological sister healthy and safe!"

At this time, Lilia and Jean weren't in the living room.

After Caleb left with his doctors team, Jean f.o.r.c.i.b.l.y took Lilia upstairs.

Mellisa also wanted to go up, but Janice hadn't left yet. She had to make her mother leave so she could take care of Lilia again.

She was getting more anxious than ever when Lilia had a severe nosebleed earlier. Mellisa couldn't help but worry about her sister.

Perhaps no one could understand her mood, which was constantly flipping between anxious and nervous. Moreover, she didn't know what to do.

She thought, if her sister Lilia was really sick, she would use everything in her power to save her.

Heart, liver, lungs, spleen and kidneys, whatever Lilia needed, she would give her.

Janice's eyes shone, she tightened her grip on the cup then quickly spoke comforting lines, "Mellisa, don't worry too much. Lilia has been blessed with an understanding husband and a loving family, she will be fine. After this, I will go to the kitchen to make vegetable soup for her, she needs vitamins to replace her lost blood..."

After she finished speaking, Janice saw that Mellisa was not responding to her. She knew that the troubles between the two of them could not be resolved overnight.

Janice put her cup on the coffee table again. When she stood up, she glanced at Mellisa, but finally turned her gaze to Leonard. "Leonard, please help take care of both of them. I'll make soup first, then I'll send someone to deliver it."

Leonard nodded. "Yes, Mrs. Irwan."

Janice glanced at Mellisa again, and before turning around, Mellisa was seen just looking out the window and smoking a strong cigarette.

After Leonard saw Janice leave, he got up from his seat and he took the cigarette from Mellisa's hand in the blink of an eye.

Mellisa was in a foul mood, she stared blankly at the half of her cigarette that Leonard had snatched and put in his mouth. Her brows were furrowed and her tone was displeased. "Why didn't you take a new one?"

Knowing that her emotions were unstable, she felt that Leonard naturally wouldn't understand her feelings.

He bit his cigarette b.u.t.t against the tip of his teeth, and after s.u.c.k.i.n.g on it, he approached Mellisa's cheek and said in a very soft and magnetic voice, "The cigarette I lit myself didn't taste like you!"

Mellisa blushed hard.

If there was someone that could distract her, it was him— only Leonard could do it.

Mellisa clicked her tongue at the man's nonsense with a serious face. She wanted to open her mouth to curse, but it was difficult to say what she wanted to say.

She stared at Leonard's pupils that were melting the warmth of the sun outside the window.

Mellisa and Leonard faced each other. Perhaps it was the fear in her heart that trapped her or Leonard's gentle demeanor seemed like the starlight of salvation that had come to dispel the panic in her heart. For the first time, Mellisa let go of her guard, then she hugged Leonard with a sad heart.

Leonard was a little surprised, his thick brows brought out to an extraordinary arch.

He stuck the cigarette's b.u.t.t into the ashtray, and when he returned his hand, he brought Mellisa's thin shoulders into his arms and mocked softly in his voice, "It's not easy getting you to take the initiative to hug!"

Mellisa's body stiffened for a moment. She wanted to push him away like she was angry, but the arms on her back held her tighter. "Don't move, let me hug you for a moment!"

Leonard's words were straightforward and full of honesty. He said it in a low and gentle tone, causing countless ripples in Mellisa's heart.

The woman sniffed the aroma in her man's body faintly, feeling familiar and fragrant.

They didn't speak anymore, just sitting quietly in the living room and hugging each other.

Mellisa felt that when she needed warmth, this man would appear beside her and accompany her in silence.

His warmth was comforting, giving her a really good feeling.