His Ugly Bride (Anna and Sebastian) novel Chapter 469

"Leonardo, my flight is 7 am tomorrow."

After Summer finished speaking, she remained silent in the room. She couldn't help but press her ear up against the door and listened intently.

It was quiet inside. There was no sound at all.

This room was well-insulated against noise. But Summer could hear something if she pressed herself against the door and the person inside was walking this way.

Summer sighed helplessly. It seemed that Leonardo still didn't want to talk to her.

It was more difficult to coax Leonardo than Rosie.

Summer knocked on the door again and said, "If you don't come out, I'll go in now."

Then she finally heard his voice. "Just go away!" Leonardo shouted coldly.

Summer pursed her lips and walked away!

When she turned around and left, the door of the study opened from inside.

Leonardo stood at the door and looked at the empty corridor gloomily.

If Summer wanted to leave, she could just do it. She didn't have to tell him.

If he couldn't help but force her to stay, she was asking for it.

The next day.

When Leonardo woke up and tidied his tie in front of the mirror, he couldn't help but raise his wrist and look at the time.

It was ten to seven.

Summer must have boarded the plane at the airport by now.

Thinking of this, Leonardo's face darkened a little.

His posture stiffened subtly when he tidied his tie.

After breakfast, Tim came over to pick Leonardo up.

After Leonardo gradually adapted to the current situation, Tim no longer stayed at his house. Instead, he drove to pick Leonardo up to work every day.

Tim opened the car door for Leonardo with much respect. "Mr. Emerson."

Leonardo walked up to him and was about to board the car. Then he saw Tim's tie and frowned. "Your tie doesn't match your clothes."

Tim got very confused. Why did Mr. Emerson suddenly care about the color of his tie?

After saying that, Leonardo did not get on the car. He stood in front of the car door and stared at Tim.

After thinking for a while, Tim slightly lowered his head and said, "I'll change one tomorrow."

Leonardo remained still.

Tim's face looked rigid as he sized up Leonardo and took off his tie.

After that, Leonardo finally got into the car.

Tim muttered in his heart, "Although Mr.

Emerson has been very picky, he isn't that picky about my clothes."

What happened?

However, to Tim's surprise, this was only the beginning.

He walked to the other side and sat in the driver's seat. Just as he was about to drive, Leonardo said faintly in the back seat, "What kind of air freshener is in the car? It smells so bad."

Tim said, "The same brand I always use. You said it smelled good..."

Leonardo only said one word indifferently, "Really?"

Tim had known Leonardo well. He didn't dare to say anything else. He put its lid back and threw the air freshener into the dustbin.

When he was driving, Leonardo said, "It's a miracle for you to drive so badly after driving for so many years."

First, it was the color of his tie. Then it was the smell of the air freshener. Now, Leonardo even accused him of driving not steadily enough.

Only then did Tim realize that Leonardo didn't care about the color of his tie nor his driving skills. Leonardo just didn't like everything he saw now.

Why did Leonardo hate everything now?