Purchased A Mr. Right

When the two of them went downstairs, Holly was already sitting at the table and pouting.

She scolded them like a little adult. "Mom, Dad, you two woke up late again!"

Mila rubbed her nose.

It was not necessarily because of waking up late, but because of exhaustion of physical strength.

As Mila and Leonardo had to go to work, Holly was to stay at home alone during the day, and therefore the family needed to hire a babysitter. Holly wouldn't be sent to the kindergarten until September.

At this time, the babysitter had already arrived at their house. Her cooking skills were very good. The foods were placed on the table. They were of oriental-style breakfast, steaming hot. The babysitter greeted them and said, "Sir, Madam, the breakfast is ready!"

Hearing such a respectful greeting, Leonardo felt delightful.

The atmosphere of breakfast was cozy and comfortable.

Holly knew that it was her mother's first day for work, and therefore she wanted to behave like a good daughter. After eating breakfast, she insisted on helping her mother comb her hair. As a kid, her hands were soft and small. She was indeed unable to comb her mother's hair properly. However, as this was her little daughter's goodwill, and as there was still time left, Mila cooperated with her with a smile. Halfway through combing her mother's hair, Holly suddenly remembered something else. She said, "Mom, you have to wear a badge!" "The badge made by Holly?" Mila asked with a smile. "Yes!" Holly nodded. "Mom, you used to wear the badge every day when you were a doctor in Country F. Now you must also wear the badge I gave you every day. You'll then be able to cure more patients!" When they were abroad, Mila would often take her daughter to attend some interest classes, which enabled the children to practice their manual work, on holidays or the weekends. The teacher was afraid that the children would not cooperate with her to learn manual work, and therefore she coaxed them that they would have good luck if they wear the badges. In this way, the teacher hoped to arouse the children's interests.

Holly, who was a naive child, believed that what her teacher said was true. She worked hard to make a badge. She told her mother that she had made a good wish for her in this badge. If she wore it every day, she could save many people in the future.

Whenever Mila put on her white gown, she would pin the badge on her chest and said to her lovely daughter, "Good girl!"

Before her hair was done, Mila looked at her husband and said, "Leonardo, help me to fetch the badge!"

Leonardo had been listening to the conversation between the mother and daughter, and his eyes were filled with happiness. He chuckled and asked his wife, "The badge? Where is it?"

Mila nodded and told him where to find it.

Leonardo then went upstairs.

According to what Mila said, he went to the wardrobe in the main bedroom and opened the door on the right.

Leonardo's clothes occupied half of the wardrobe, while the other half was occupied by many women's dresses which belonged to Mila. There was thus a feeling of a combination of male's firmness and female's tenderness. Leonardo liked this feeling very much.

He reached out to the second compartment where there was a handbag and the badge was said to be kept in the interlayer.

This handbag...

Leonardo could see clearly that Mila had put her handkerchief into this handbag that day.

A thought suddenly flashed across his mind.

In addition to the badge, Leonardo also took out the handkerchief. He was somewhat ashamed of it. After all, he was peeping at his wife's privacy without her permission.

Controlled by his emotions, Leonardo took the handkerchief out.

It was a man's handkerchief, of grey-blue color.

It was indeed a very old handkerchief. Its style and fabric were old-fashioned.

However, it could still be seen that Mila had kept it well, as it was clean and tidy.

Thinking of fact that this cherished handkerchief of Mila used to belong to a man, Leonardo felt envious.

He really wanted to throw this handkerchief away.

He raised his hand and was about to throw it hard at the trash can, but his hand halted in midair.

Leonardo suddenly felt that a real man shouldn't have done anything like this.

Leonardo finally held back his eagerness to do so. However, the handkerchief was shaken flat when he almost threw it into the trash can. He reluctantly suppressed the flames of jealousy in his heart and tried to fold the handkerchief. He wanted to put it back to the handbag.

Some letters were embroidered at the lower right corner of the handkerchief.

After seeing it clearly, Leonardo was petrified on the spot.

Generally speaking, the letters embroidered on a handkerchief would often be the acronyms of its owner's name, while the two letters on the handkerchief were "LS".

Leonardo Schain...

He was shocked by this sudden discovery.

Leonardo was sure that "LS" stood for his name. When he was younger, he believed himself to be a chic and fashionable young man. Wherever he went, people often called him Young Master Schain. At that time, it was a popular practice for young people like him to embroider the acronyms of their names on shirts or handkerchieves, etc. They believed that this would help them demonstrate their unique personal styles.

He gripped the handkerchief in his hand, and a few fragmented memories of the past popped up in his mind.

Leonardo thought of the little medical intern whose eyes were filled with tears. For him, it was just a small incident. He hadn't expected that for Mila, it was something cherishable and unforgettable in her heart.

If the letters "LS" embroidered on handkerchief stood for the acronyms of Leonardo Schain, then...

A huge surprise exploded in his heart. Leonardo was overjoyed and almost jumped up like a giant dog.

The joyful feeling continued to exist until work time.

When the secretary knocked on the door and came into Leonardo's office to deliver a cup of coffee, she saw that the president was giggling alone.

He acted like a silly young man and laughed like a comedian.

The secretary asked hesitantly, "Mr. Schain, are... Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" Leonardo waved his hand.

The secretary looked at him like she was looking at a monkey, but he didn't care. He was still in a good mood.

Leonardo was so happy that he couldn't calm himself down to work at all. He sat on the high-back chair and crossed his long legs casually, as if he was happier than having reached a business deal of hundreds of millions of dollars.

He thought he had to share his good mood with others.

Leonardo's pen lightly knocked on the desk. He really couldn't hold back his eagerness

and called his good friend, Anthea Lee.

They had been good friends since they met each other when they were still young, and even if Anthea had been abroad for six years, they tended to share with each other the matters of personal growth and life experience.

Anthea answered the phone very quickly. She asked somewhat angrily, "What's up? I have just left the operating room. I'm exhausted!"

Leonardo stamped the ground with his feet and turned the high-back chair to the French window.

The golden sunshine shed on his face, interweaving with the shadows. His features seemed to have become more lively, and his heart was just like the sunshine, bright and comfortable.

Leonardo told Anthea what had happened. His cousin once told him that Mila used to have a secret crush on someone, but now he had inadvertently found out all the secrets. With a smile on his face, he said proudly to Anthea, "At first, I was very jealous. When I thought that my newly-married wife had a secret crush on another man for many years, I almost wanted to kill him! But I hadn't expected that it would be me who Mila had a crush on for so long a time!"

He continued, "She kept that handkerchief

carefully all the time. She treated it like a treasure!"

The real purpose of Leonardo was not to share his happiness with Anthea, but to show off in front of her.

Anthea could clearly feel how delightful he was from his words.

She replied, "Leonardo, you're an idiot!"

Although she was on the phone, Leonardo could imagine that she must have rolled her eyes up when she said that.

Leonardo's boastful heart was hurt by Anthea's comment,"... Idiot!". He originally thought that Anthea would be envious of him, but he hadn't expected that she would directly call him an "idiot". He jumped up from the chair and shouted, "How dare you curse me?