Married in a Flash Embarking on the Journey to Wealth

Chapter 198

There wasn’t a single piece of women’s clothing in Leslie's wardrobe, after all.

Linda clicked her tongue disapprovingly and turned towards the door.

“It seems | have to step in.”

Daniel opened his mouth to say something, but Linda was gone before he could do so. “Oh no, it seems like I’ve misspoken again,” he thought.

The rain was getting heavier, but Aurelia didn’t care.

Like a madwoman, she frantically searched through the trash cans.

This was already the third trash can she had searched, but she had found nothing apart from various kinds of foul-smelling household garbage.

Just then, she saw a trash bag at the bottom of the bin that looked exactly the same as the one in Leslie’s house. Without thinking, Aurelia reached for the trash bag.

However, as soon as her hand came into contact with it, a sharp object inside pierced her palm. “Ah!” she screamed.

When she raised her hand, her palm was already cut with blood dripping down.

Her blood mixed with the rain before dripping onto the ground, diluting almost within an instant. Holding her injured hand, she glanced inside the bag.

It was a shattered glass ornament.

These weren't her high heels.

The pain was making her feel numb.

She looked at the seemingly endless downpour of rain and felt helpless.

She didn’t know what to do or what she should do.

Sitting on the ground surrounded by a foul smell, her face was pale and she suddenly recalled Leslie’s words. He said he didn’t need trash at his home.

What was the difference between her and trash now?

Why did the whole world seem to reject her when she had done nothing wrong?

Lost in thought, Aurelia lowered her head, allowing the rain to fall along her hair.

After a while, the rain seemed to have stopped.

Stunned, she looked up and saw a lean and muscular man holding an umbrella above her. “Get up.”

She wasn’t sure if she was hallucinating but it sounded like Leslie’s voice.

With her sight blurred by the rain, she squinted at the person who was slowly crouching down. It really was Leslie.

Leslie glanced at her with a faint frown and then handed the umbrella to her uninjured hand.

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped the wound on her palm.

“I'm sorry,” Leslie whispered.

His tone was no longer cold and appeared rather ginger.

Aurelia stared dazedly at him.

He swiftly treated her wounds and helped her to the side, before wrapping her up with his jacket.

Wiping his hand, he stood back into the rain. “I'll look for them.”

She snapped out of it and tried to grab him but failed.

He rolled up his sleeves and started going through the trash, checking each bag inside.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Once he confirmed Aurelia’s heels were not inside, he placed the bags back inside without showing a hint of disgust. Just then, two security guards came over in a car and walked over to them angrily.

“Hey, what are you doing?”