I Became His Sweetheart by Bright Eyes

Chapter 380 Ten–year–old Boy

Leo was injured because of her, and it was only right of her to go and see him.

What’s more, the butler had made himself so clear that Melanie had no choice but to smile and say with a

nod. “Where is his room? I’ll go check on him.”

“I’ll have someone bring you there. I won’t be going. Mr. Joseph York just returned from his room, and I have to be by his side.”

The butler called some servants and instructed them to lead Melanie to Leo’s room. He didn’t stay in the

same building as Joseph.

The servants asked for Melanie’s permission, “Miss Melanie, it’s getting late. Shall we bring you through the

shortcut?”

“Sure.”

Melanie was of the opinion that the less she walked, the better.

After a distance, as they were passing through the backyard between two blocks, a sharp, pungent smell

made Melanie cover her mouth and nose with her hands.

She suppressed the discomfort in her stomach. “This place is…”

“This is where Mr. Harlow stays. He stays here whenever he comes back,” one of the servants explained.

Melanie nodded. She wasn’t interested in where Harlow stayed, but the smell was too strong and pungent.

quickened her pace, wanting to leave this place quickly.

was churning so badly; unable to hold herself

bent her head forward, and vomited.

“Miss! Are you

is that smell?” Melanie asked,

keen sense of smell. The small house in the

in the backyard. The servant shook her

furrowed, looking helpless and pained.

for a while. She leaned against the wall next to her, trying to find

“Some people are just born in a higher class than others. It’s

completely unfair!”

with a polite look on her face as she said, “Miss, I’ll go pour you a cup

better after taking a sip. Please wait here for a while.”

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“Thank you.”

to the main building to get a glass of water.

became louder.

was close to the age of 40 and had been through many women in his lifetime, he had never been married and had no kids of his own. Given someone of his temperament, why would there be

hold back her curiosity, and inched forward. She saw many bags of rubbish wrapped up in plastic bags and placed in front of the door of the

was so strong

door, and saw a boy of around ten years old through the seam of

big, and he was lying on the bed while hugging a balding

he looked weak

crying, and he suddenly looked up at the door. He saw Melanie through

on the edge of his bed feeding

to see

“You are?”

to take. a look. Apologies for interrupting,” Melanie said, trying her best to keep her voice down. She