Chapter 370 As Ugly as You Can Be

After Summer finished speaking, she looked at Rosie again.

Putting her arms around Leonardo's neck, Rosie tilted her head and said sweetly, "Pretty Sister."

"Here." Summer replied, her voice unconsciously becoming gentle, "Rosie, you can't run around like
today anymore."

Only at this time did Leonardo find out why he felt so familiar with this woman in front of him.

He remembered when he was waiting for the green light at the intersection that day, Rosie also called
her "Pretty Sister."

In the past three years, many famous ladies were committed to approaching him, trying to present
themselves with various ways.

He didn't know why he wasn't interested in the so-called "beauties" at all. He felt they just looked the
same.

He could not arouse the slightest interest even if it was Amber, Rosie's biological mother.

If he hadn't asked his man to compare his DNA with Rosie's, he wouldn't have believed that he had
actually been with Amber.

The woman before him changed a lot and looked much better compared to last time.

Last time, he only took a quick glance. He only remembered that she was a skinny woman with a pale
face, just like a ghost, as ugly as she could be.

Now it seemed like that she had grown some fat.



However, Leonardo's eyes fell on Summer's slender wrist. He suspected that he could crush her wrist
bone with just a light pinch.

His gaze was too sharp, like real knifes, sticking Summer and making her uncomfortable.

She could only change the topic, "Mr. Emerson, you... how did you know that it was an elder sister that
Rosie found to make a phone call for her?"

Leonardo looked back at her and said indifferently, "She calls everyone who is taller than her sister."

The truth was that Rosie would call whoever of the same sex she deemed beautiful "Pretty Sister"
regardless of age.

"So that's the case." Summer nodded.

The phone in the bag suddenly vibrated. Summer took it out and found that it was from Jessica.

She held her phone but didn't answer it. She raised her head and hastily said to Leonardo, "Mr.
Emerson, I really don't need any pay back. You must take good care of Rosie. She is still too young. I'll
leave first."

After she said this, she looked at Rosie again and left.

As she walked, she took out her phone and answered Jessica's call.

"Sorry, I forgot to call you back." She was playing with Rosie, so she forgot about it.

It was at that moment that she realized that she actually liked the child very much.

"It's fine. Are you home?"

"On my way..."



Just as Summer hung up the phone, Stanley called her.

It was quiet over the phone, "Where are you?"

Summer looked at the time and found it was already past six o'clock. She said, "I am still outside, but
just about to take a taxi home. Have you already returned home?"

Stanley answered yes and then said, "Give me the address. I'll pick you up."

Summer knew that if Stanley continued talking to her, she would definitely be persuaded by him, so she
hung up the phone directly, "Not necessary. Have a rest. I'll take a taxi and be back soon..."

It was rush hour, so it was not easy to get a taxi.

The situation was even worse. Before Summer could catch a taxi, a thunderclap exploded and it began
to rain.

Perhaps because it was the last thunderstorm at the end of this summer, it rained heavily. The
raindrops, as big as beans, hit directly in her face, making her suffer.

Summer's thin clothes were drenched in the rain within just a few minutes, so it was useless even
though she found an advertising board to hide beneath.

Her phone rang again.

Summer narrowed her eyes and looked at it. The numbers were nameless.

That was Leonardo's phone number that she had called before, but she didn't save it.

She hesitated for a moment before picking up the phone.

"Is there anything else, Mr. Emerson?"



The man's voice was low and deep, accompanied by the sound of rain, all knocking on her eardrums,
"Get in the car and sit in the passenger seat. I can't park here."

With that, Summer heard someone blow the horn.

When she raised her eyes, she saw a black car just pulling over before her. The car honked again in
case she did not notice its existence.

Summer bit her lips. Putting her bag on her head, she hurriedly walked over, opened the door and sat
inside.

As soon as she sat down, she heard Rosie's baby voice from behind, "Pretty Sister!"

Summer turned around and saw Rosie in the baby seat in the back with a bottle of milk in her mouth.
She gave Summer a big smile, her eyes looking like crescent moons.

Summer smiled and called out, "Rosie."

Leonardo was driving his way, but he couldn't help turning to look at Summer.

She was only a little bit more pleasing to eyes than other women. Why did Rosie like her so much?

Rosie, who was sitting in the back row, raised the milk and said to Summer, "Drink."

Children's minds were very simple. They were willing to share toys and food with someone they like.

"I don't need it, thank you. You can drink it yourself, Rosie."

Hearing this, Rosie continued to drink the milk, her hands holding tightly on the bottle.

Summer turned around and apologized to Leonardo, "Sorry, Mr. Emerson, your car is wet by me..."



Usually, people would say, "It doesn't matter."

But Leonardo only replied blandly, "Yes."

What?

What did he mean?

Although it was raining outside, the car was still air-conditioned because the temperature still remained
high.

Summer's clothes were all wet, so she could not help shivering when the cold air blew.

The man next to her threw his suit over and turned off the air conditioning at this moment.

The texture of the suit jacket was excellently smooth. Its cut and design were very exquisite. And there
was also a unique fresh, sweet smell belonging to men on it.

Holding the suit, Summer stiffened for a moment before turning to Leonardo, "Mr. Emerson..."

But Leonardo only asked her, "Where do you live?"

His tone was so decisive and tough that Summer just subconsciously gave him the address.

Hearing this, Leonardo set up his navigation system and then remained silent.

Looking at his well-defined profile, Summer hesitated for a moment, but finally wrapped his coat around
her body.

She was now weaker than normal people, and she couldn’t catch a cold.

Stanley would be angry if she got sick.



Rosie, who was in the back row, fell asleep quickly while drinking milk. Leonardo did not say anything.
Summer also breathed softly.

They fell into silence, but there was a strange sense of harmony.

It was as if this scene had happened before.

Summer was wandering her minds when Leonardo's indifferent voice came, "Here you are."

She recovered to her senses and removed the suit from her body, "Sorry for the trouble caused, Mr.
Emerson."

Leonardo did not say anything. He just watched her getting out of the car and rushing into the rain. Her
slender figure looked especially fragile.

He unconsciously clenched his fists on the steering wheel.


62fb1bb41dcb31934bd49bda