Billionaire’s Runaway Bride

Watching the little guy enter his room, I turned around and went into the study.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Late at night, I finished my work and came out of the study.

The lights on the first floor had been turned off, and only the lights in the corridor on the two floors were still on.

When I passed by the door of Lundy’s room, I vaguely heard some noise inside. My heart sank.

Thinking of the little guy’s resistance to Bonnie, I’m afraid that he cried secretly because I didn’t drive Bonnie away.

Thinking of this, I tiptoed to open the door of his bedroom and walked to his bed.

In the light of the corridor, I could only see that the little guy had fallen asleep, but he was not sleeping well. He kept turning over, scratching his little hands on his body, and lifted his pajamas.

Seeing this, I frowned suddenly.

I thought it was a nightmare for him, but he acted strangely

And he didn’t stop scratching.

I frowned and grabbed his wrist, trying to stop him.

Unexpectedly, the little guy struggled in his sleep, sobbed discontentedly, and rubbed his body against the bed.

It seemed that it was itchy.

I let go of the little guy’s hand slowly and saw him scratch it again with great strength.

“Lundy?” I called in a low voice.

But the little guy still didn’t wake up.

After a while, my face completely darkened. I strode to the door and turned on the light of the little guy’s bedroom.

The bedroom was lit up.

The moment I turned around, I saw the red spots on his exposed skin.

His arms and neck were covered with red dots, which were so dark because of his scratch.

“Lundy!” seeing that the little guy was allergic, I was afraid that he would scratch me again. Regardless of his struggle, I grabbed his little hand.

The little boy frowned and opened his eyes.

“No, I can’t.” I looked at the little guy seriously.

Hearing this, the little guy looked at me aggrievedly. “But Lundy is itchy. It seems that mosquitoes are biting Lundy.”

After saying that, the little guy looked down innocently to see if there was really a mosquito on his body.

Noticing the little guy’s intention, I quickly reached out and covered his eyes. “Maybe he is allergic. Don’t look at him. Dad will take you to Aunt Aimee.”

It’s the first time that the little guy has experienced such a thing. The red dots on his body are so shocking. I’m afraid that I’ll frighten him.

At this time, there may not be a reliable doctor to go to the hospital. I can only think of that little woman. After all, as a incense maker, she is also good at medical skills.

It seemed that the little guy would feel a sense of security with her treatment.

The little boy’s eyes turned red and his voice choked, “Daddy, I’m so sad.”

I pulled him into my arms, held his wrists with one hand, and took out my phone with the other to call Aimee.

Aimee’s hoarse voice came from the other end of the line. “Who’s that?”

I frowned and said in a low voice, “it’s me.”

“What’s wrong?”

I looked down at the child in my arms, Lundy was sobbing while still trying to look down at their own body. I tightened my embrace and told Aimee about the situation, “Lundy suddenly broke out in a lot of red spots and is very itchy. I just woke them up. Are you available? I’ll bring him over for you to take a look.” “Sure, I’ll be waiting for you at home.”

I replied, hung up the phone and patted Lundy on the head, comforting them, “Be good, Auntie will take a look at you later.”

Although Lundy was uncomfortable, they still obediently nodded and weakly leaned on my shoulder, asking in a baby voice, “Daddy, it’s so itchy.”

Lundy’s sickly appearance made me anxious, but I could only free up one hand and use my fingertips to rub through their clothes to ease their discomfort. We went downstairs and Cheryl happened to come out of the room to pour water. When she saw us, Cheryl asked in confusion, “Young Master, where are you taking the young master so late at night?”

I stopped, turned around and asked, “did Lundy get any red spots when she took a shower?”

Cheryl looked at the little boy worriedly and asked, “he was fine when he took a shower. What happened?”

“I’ll take him to have a look.” after saying that, I was about to leave with the little guy.

Cheryl stopped me in a hurry, took a blanket from the sofa and wrapped the little boy up. “It’s cold outside. The little master is not feeling well. You should wear more.”

I nodded, watched her wrap the little guy with a blanket, and then left with the little guy in her arms.

I carried him all the way to the car. As soon as I put him down, he grabbed me again.

“Lundy, don’t scratch me.” my face darkened and I said seriously.

Hearing my voice, the little guy pursed his lips in grievance, and tears were rolling in his eyes.

Seeing the little guy’s grievance, I touched his head lovingly.

Justin had been spoiled since he was a child. He had never been treated like this.

“You’ll be fine as long as you see me later. I’ll help you. Now you can scratch yourself and leave a scar. It won’t look good if you leave a scar.” thinking of the way Aimee usually talked to the little guy, I tried to comfort him as gently as possible.

Speaking of Aimee, the little boy finally nodded obediently.

On the way to Aimee’s house, the little boy still felt itchy. He couldn’t help scratching his hands from time to time.

I saw what the little guy was doing through the rearview mirror. I frowned. When I waited for the red light, I dialed Aimee’s number again. “I’m on the way to your home. Lundy can’t help itching and scratching. Have a look and talk to him for a while.”

Hearing that it was about the little guy, Aimee immediately agreed.

I handed the phone to Lundy and he started to chat with Aimee.

The little guy was distracted and did not scratch himself for a long time.

I breathed a sigh of relief and stepped on the pedal.