You Are The Apple of My Eyes novel Chapter 879

Leon followed the sound and stepped on the water. Staring at the locked door, he seemed to have a stronger premonition.

"Open the door."

Nina raised her chin slightly and her subordinate immediately walked up to open the door with a tool. Then they saw what happened in the bathroom clearly.

A wet figure lay in the white bathtub. Her short hair covered half of her face. Her wet hair end stuck to her flushed face, and her lips trembled slightly.

One of her hands drooped, and the blood dyed her sleeve red because of water.

She sat quietly in the bathtub, like a flower that had been tortured by wind and rain, dying.

Even though Leon didn't see her face, he still recognized Michelle at a glance. Seeing her in such a mess, he felt like an invisible big hand strangling his throat, making him unable to breathe for a moment.

"Mimi?" Nina also recognized her.

Leon strode over, grabbed her shoulder and woke her up. He shouted in panic, "Michelle, Michelle..."

Being shaken, Michelle vaguely heard a familiar voice and smell. She half opened her eyes and weakly murmured, "Leon."

Her soft voice was very light, as if she was almost out of breath.

Leon took her out of the bathtub, hurriedly went downstairs, and trotted out of the villa with her in his arms.

The sea wind blew besides his ears. Leon looked ahead for a while, and then lowered his head to look at the person in his arms. Her body was hot, but she was trembling because of the cold water. He felt uncomfortable even he was just beside her, not to mention Michelle who was suffering.

He quickened his pace and got on the ship.

In case of any emergency, Nina brought a doctor with her. Luckily she did it.

The doctor heard the faint calling of Leon and hurried to follow him into the cabin. Seeing the girl in Leon's arms was completely wet, he immediately said, "I will go fetch the medical kit. Mr. Lu, please help her change dry clothes. If there is no dry clothes, just take her wet clothes off and cover her with a quilt."

Following the doctor's instructions, Leon took off Michelle's clothes and saw the gauze on Michelle's left arm, which was faintly stained with blood.

His tightly knitted eyebrows smoothed a little.

He breathed a sigh of relief. The wound had been bandaged. It seemed that she didn't want cut her wrist to commit suicide.

Thank God she didn't commit suicide.

Tears welled up in his amber eyes. Leon lowered his head and kissed the corner of Michelle's mouth, as if comforting her, but in fact, he was comforting himself.

When he saw Michelle sitting in the bathtub, he thought she was going to commit suicide, but when he saw that the water in the bathtub did not turn red, he still had the same worry.

Now he finally confirmed that she did not commit suicide.

But he didn't know why she locked herself in the bathroom and soaked in the cold water, perhaps to avoid Tim.

And what about the wound on her arm?

He didn't have time to ask Michelle, because she shook her head in a daze. She looked very uncomfortable, as if she had a fever.

Her wet clothes had been taken off and Leon was about to put on clean clothes for her, but Michelle held his hand and rubbed it against her face.

She stared at him with blinking eyes, like a hungry cat to ask for food from its master. Her eyes were red with a little tear, looking pitiful and strange.

"Leon, Leon..."

Michelle called him softly. Her voice was like a fluffy cat's paw gently scratching Leon's heart.

He couldn't change the clean clothes for Michelle, so he had to wrap her up with the quilt. Looking at her, he couldn't help but doubt that she was not just having a fever.

The doctor came in with a big medical kit.

Leon pulled the quilt to cover her up and coaxed gently, "Be a good girl. Let us test your temperature first."