Chapter 149: Please, My Dear Wife

Carl discovered that there were many similar questions on the Internet.

But the following answers are essentially the same:

"How long have you been knelt down to him?"

"It is impossible. Before you can make him kneel down, you will give in first."

"Naive."

"There was once a person who asked this question. Then ... he died."

"..."

What the hell were these comments?

Carl looked at many similar posts and found that they had basically the same answers.

There was also a poster came back to answer his own question with only one sentence. "Kneeling
down doesn’t feel that bad!"

Carl threw his phone aside and sat down to deal with the documents.

He was also very desperate for being unable to defeat Leonardo.

...

It took Leonardo 20 minutes to get home.

Although Summer asked the stylists to go back, they were unwilling to leave.



She had no choice but to serve them tea in the living room, while she went to the kitchen to cook dinner
leisurely.

When Leonardo returned, they had already drunk enough tea. When they saw Leonardo, it was as if
they saw a savior. "Mr. Emerson!"

Leonardo glanced at them and asked the bodyguard, "Where is Mrs. Emerson?"

"She is in the kitchen." The bodyguard pointed at the kitchen.

Summer was reading the recipe. She had been thinking about some new dishes recently. She planned
to try one tonight.

Just as she was reading the recipe, she heard footsteps coming from outside the door.

Somewhat miraculously, she knew that Leonardo had returned the moment she heard the footsteps.

She pretended not to notice him and continued to focus on her recipe.

Leonardo walked over and saw the recipe in her hand from behind her. Seeing the name of one dish on
it, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Bitter gourd mousse?"

"You're back," Summer said without turning her head, her tone extremely cold.

Leonardo pulled out the book from her hand and lifted it high, taking advantage of his height. Summer
turned around and tried to stand on tiptoe to get the book, but she was much shorter than him and
couldn't even touch the book.

Summer had been angry before that, and now she was even angrier.

She kicked Leonardo's shin angrily. "Give me the recipe!"



"The recipe is more attractive than me?" Leonardo raised his eyebrows and said in a serious tone.

Summer glared at him, "Yes. It's annoying to see you."

Leonardo smiled instead of being angry. He put the recipe aside, lowered his head and lightly kissed
Summer's lips. He hugged her before she could react.

He whispered in a low voice, "Didn't you want to help me? I have to ask the help of my dear wife for
this dinner party."

His voice was originally low and pleasant, not to mention that he had purposely made his voice deep,
so that that sound of that “wife” was added more sweet tenderness.

Summer felt her ears itch. She reached out to scratch her ears. Leonardo seemed to have guessed
that she would do this. He held her hand quietly and kissed her ear lightly. "Are you going to the dinner
party?"

Summer shrunk her neck at the itch and shouted, "I'll go, alright?"

"Thank you." Only then did Leonardo let go of her.

Summer's ears were sensitive and they turned red. Leonardo couldn't help but reach out and pinch her
ears.

Summer was embarrassed so she pushed his hand away, "Don't be like that. I'm going to try on the
dress."

Leonardo didn't say anything and just looked at her with a smile.

He seemed to have found another weakness of Summer.

"What's so funny? Stop laughing!" Summer pushed him away rudely and went out.



After Summer tried on five sets of dresses, the stylist was finally satisfied with one.

In the words of the stylist, every dress looked good, but she felt that Summer could try something
better.

Sitting in front of the mirror and being dressed up by them, Summer finally calmed down.

Was Leonardo playing the beauty card on her just now?

It was also a bit like that he was trying to seduce her?

Combined with Leonardo's usually gloomy and cold face, he was already being really gentle when he
hugged her and softened his voice to call her "dear wife".

When a man like Leonardo tried to be gentle, no woman can reject his request!

...

An hour later, the stylists had finally finished their work.

A stylist said with a stunned expression, "Mrs. Emerson is so beautiful. Go downstairs and let Mr.
Emerson see you!"

Summer looked into the mirror.

Her dress was flamboyant red, making her fair skin look like it could shine.

The bangs were combed up, revealing a smooth forehead. Small curls of hair fell down on both sides of
his cheeks. Her long straight hair was also made into large curls. With the bright red lipstick that was
the same color as the dress, she looked extremely charming.



When Summer looked at herself in the mirror, she was also a little surprised.

However, after a few glances, she felt that she looked not much different from usual. It was just that her
makeup made her look more mature and charming.

The dress had to be accompanied by high heels. Summer had not worn high heels much before, so
she walked downstairs with her hands on the handrails.

Leonardo had always been sitting in the hall. When he heard the sound of high heels behind him, he
turned around.

Summer looked at him expectantly. The stylist said that she was very beautiful. Would Leonardo also
think that she was very beautiful now?

However, Leonardo only looked at her for a few seconds before he looked away and walked over to
help her. "Are you not used to wearing high heels?"

Summer nodded. "Yes, I haven't worn high heels much before."

The stylist chose a pair of high heels of eight centimeters high for her. She was already 1.67 meters
tall, and was 1.75 meters with the shoes.

Leonardo was 1.88 meters tall. Normally, he was more than 20 centimeters taller than her. Now that
Summer wore high heels, she was not shorter than him so much.

She felt excited and compared her height with Leonardo's.

Leonardo did not pay attention to this. He turned around and told the stylist behind her, "Change her
shoes, no more high heels."



The stylist was a little embarrassed, "But if she doesn’t wear high heels, the effect will be not that
good..."

Leonardo said expressionlessly, "Then we won't go."

"What?" Summer asked blankly, "What do you mean?"

"We won't go to the dinner party. The stylist said that you have to wear high heels, but you are not used
to them." Leonardo lowered his head and looked at her, his eyes and tone extremely serious.

What kind of reason was this?

Mr. Emerson's thoughts had changed too casually.

"I think I can wear high heels," Summer said and walked around him for a few steps.

It's just that she couldn't get used to them. It's not that she had never worn high heels. When she was
an intern, the company required her to wear high heels.

Leonardo coughed lightly and said, "Then change your clothes and your make-up."

The stylists behind her suddenly chuckled. Summer suddenly understood something.


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