My Supermodel Wife

After Mellisa changed clothes, she walked along the path to Leonard's courtyard alone.

The journey wasn't long, and under the bright starry sky, her thoughts were stretched out like never before.

Maybe it's time to tell the man everything.

Or at least convey all the hidden dangers.

She remembered the few words Lilia said to her— Since you want to fall in love, you must be honest with each other.

Mellisa felt that the biggest problem between her and Leonard was probably the lack of honesty.

Her life experiences have created her solitary character.

And Leonard's stubbornness also led to his adamant stance.

Mellisa thought as she walked, and a small smile formed at the corner of her mouth.

At this moment, she didn't know that when Leonard couldn't find her at the Blain family's house, her mood became chaotic.

...

She bȧrėly had anything to eat at the Blains' party tonight. She thought of cooking a simple meal, and then took it to the villa to eat with Leonard.

After about twenty minutes, Mellisa returned to the villa from the back kitchen holding a lunch box.

At exactly nine o'clock, when she entered the lobby with her lunch box, she felt that the atmosphere was not quite right.

There was also a broken vase lying in the corner.

Earthquake?

Mellisa looked around suspiciously, didn't see the maids and bodyguards, and felt even more strange.

She narrowed her brows and walked to the elevator, all the way to the master bedroom on the third floor. Before she got any closer, she heard a loud scream. "Go out!" 

It's Leonard's voice!

He came back already?!

And Leonard, who was sitting on the side of the bed, his handsome face gloomy like a demon.

Mellisa blinked and coughed slightly. "You…"

Everyone averted their eyes when they heard her voice.

Their actions all happened in unison.

Mellisa looked confused, took a step forward, and looked at Leonard's face. "What's wrong with the young master?" 

As the voice descended, Leonard suddenly got up, walked briskly towards her, and pulled her forward. "Didn't I tell you not to go?"

His voice trembled, and his emotions were suppressed to the extreme, making him look terrible.

Mellisa stared at him blankly, lowered her head and glanced at the lunchbox in her arms. "I'm not leaving, I'm just going to the back kitchen." 

At this time, the old butler breathed a sigh of relief, and walked over to her. He patted her shoulder and said, "Son, do you know what mess you've made? The young master couldn't find you, so he rushed to the big master's house to ask him. If you had not come, this bedroom would've been turned into a huge mess."

Mellisa followed the views of the head waiter and glanced into the bedroom's floor. Sure enough, a few vases and decorative ornaments on the table were thrown to the floor.

Leonard looked at Melisa for a moment, tilted his head slightly, and instructed the butler and the others.

"You all go out!" 

The butler nodded hastily, and when he urged the servants and bodyguards to come out. He didn't forget to remind Mellisa to calm Leonard.

The door behind her finally closed.

Mellisa looked at Leonard, and asked without a smile, "Do you think I left you?"

Leonard took a sharp breath and forced a few words out of his mouth. "Why did you come back alone? Why didn't you wait for me?"

Mellisa pursed the corners of her mouth and lifted her lunch box. "I was hungry, so I came back early to get you some food so we can eat together!"

The irritated aura on Leonard's face instantly subsided at Mellisa's words.

He looked down at the lunchbox she was holding, and said, "You cooked it?"

Melissa smiled and shook her head. "I asked the chefs for help, do you want to eat together?"

"Yes!" Leonard nodded without thinking, then looked back at the balcony and sighed. "Go to the balcony and wait for me, I'll be down in a bit."

"What?" Mellisa asked suspiciously while staring at the man's back walking out the door.

Leonard opened the door and looked back at her as he walked. "Wait for me!"

Mellisa didn't think about it and walked to the balcony holding the lunch box.

The breeze was very comfortable, and the night wind was blowing against her cheeks.

Not knowing how long Leonard would be leaving, Mellisa didn't open his lunchbox. She sat in a wicker chair, resting her chin on one hand, looking calm.

Downstairs, Leonard pulled his neck tie as he walked, and unbuttoned a few buŧŧons of his shirt. When he reached the backyard, he took out a cigarette and lit it.

This feeling of loss and gain is like a dry sponge that fills with water and loses it in an instant.

Leonard was smoking fiercely, a white mist drifting around him.

At this time, not far behind him, the aged butler peeked by the back door.

After smoking Leonard heaved a sigh, turned around and ran into the butler's eyes, he stretched out his eyebrows and waved at him.

"Master?"

Leonard looked at the butler who was over fifty years old, and patted him on the shoulder. "Thank you for this evening!"

The butler waved his hand in a hurry. "Master, you're too much. This is not hard work, it's my job."

Leonard pursed his thin lips, and as he walked to the back door, he whispered, "Is there milk in the kitchen?

"Yes, from two days ago."

Leonard stomped his feet and ran towards the villa kitchen. He stopped in the middle and said, "I'm going to the back kitchen to pick a few chefs. Starting tomorrow, the back kitchen won't have to deliver any more food for us. We'll cook our own food."

The old butler opened his mouth, suppressed the suspicion in his heart, and nodded, "Okay young master, I will make arrangements for tomorrow."

Although he didn't know the young master's purpose, he thought it must be related to the little maid upstairs.

During this time, the Adler Family had a tradition of preparing food for each building by the back kitchen. And this young master suddenly wanted to break the tradition. He said this might be just the beginning.

Sure enough, the power of love is too great!

...

In less than ten minutes, Leonard left and returned.

When he stepped into the master bedroom, his gaze crossed the surroundings, and under the bright light, beyond the slightly moving curtain, Mellisa's beautiful figure was reflected.

Leonard was holding a tray in his hand with a glass of milk on it. When he reached the balcony, he saw Mellisa's white cheeks and handed her some milk.

Mellisa saw his movement and caught a glimpse of the man's sleeve rolling down his forearm. She whispered. "You came down to warm the milk?"

"Well, I smoke too."

Leonard looks emotional. After he calmed down, he turned and sat across from Mellisa and looked at the lunch box.

Mellisa held the cup in her hand. She didn't drink it, and just gazed quietly.

After half a minute, the man spread his hands on the table. His fingers crossed, then he sighed with his head down. 

"Let's eat, I want to tell you something afterwards."