Chapter 371He Wouldn&##x27;t Let Her Go

A strange feeling rose in Leonardo's heart, as if ... he couldn't bear to see it.

He felt it somewhat ridiculous.

There was nothing special about this woman. Why couldn't he bear to see her caught in the rain?

Before he knew, he had already gotten out of the car with an umbrella.

He walked in big steps to catch up with Summer.

"Miss Summer." He called her once, and then couldn't help curling his lips in self-mockery. There was
no smile in his eyes.

Summer covered her head with her purse while running toward her apartment. She heard the steps,
but didn't expect it to be Leonardo.

"Mr. Emerson, what is it?"

As soon as Summer asked, she heard another familiar voice from behind.

"Summer."

Summer glance at Leonardo before turning to the other side and seeing Stanley.

"Stanley? Why did you come out?"

Dressed in a soft leisure wear, Stanley walked towards her calmly with a well-made lattice umbrella.

From behind her came Leonardo's deep and cold voice, "Is he your friend?"

"Yes. He is my... fiancé." Summer could conjure up no reason for this short hesitation.



The atmosphere froze instantly at her words.

She turned to look at Leonardo with doubt.

However, his expressionless face looked the same as usual. There was no way to detect his emotion
right now.

Maybe she was mistaken at that instant.

At this time, Stanley had already reached them.

His gaze swept back and forth between Summer and Leonardo, deep and arcane.

Then, he waved at Summer, "Summer, come here."

Hearing this, Summer raised her foot and was about to walk under Stanley's umbrella.

But just as she took the first step, her wrist was grabbed.

She turned her head and saw a man's hand on her wrist.

The hand was strong and powerful, holding her wrist with unbreakable strength. The heat of this hand
was ambitious to invade through her skin into her bones.

"Mr. Emerson, is there anything wrong?" Summer struggled a little, but failed to shake off Leonardo's
hand.

He didn't seem to put much effort into it, but it was still unbreakable.

Mr. Emerson seemed such dauntingly unapproachable, but right now he was grabbing her hand and
wouldn't let her go?



Leonardo lowered his eyes to look at her. The paleness of Summer's complexion bordered upon
morbidity. Those cat-like eyes, staring at him through the rainy night, were somewhat tempting.

Leonardo felt that he was really crazy.

He was so unreasonably angry when she said the word "fiancé".

More ridiculously, he subconsciously grabbed her wrist at the moment when Summer was about to
leave.

He didn't even know why.

Stanley's gaze fell on Leonardo's hand holding Summer's wrist, and then turned instantly to his face,
"Sir, please let her go."

Leonardo frowned slightly, but finally he let loose of Summer.

The moment Summer was released, she immediately walked under Stanley's umbrella.

Stanley moved the umbrella toward her. Summer smiled at Stanley and said to Leonardo, "Mr.
Emerson, this is my fiancé, Stanley."

Afterwards, she said to Stanley, "I met Mr. Emerson's daughter today when I was shopping with
Jessica in the mall..."

She explained what had happened very simply to Stanley.

After hearing it, Stanley gave her a comforting smile and turned to Leonardo, "Thank you, Mr.
Emerson, for sending my fiancée home."

Leonardo was expressionless as usual. After throwing a gloomy glance at Summer, he left without any
words.



Holding a pure black umbrella, his tall figure disappeared gradually into the rain, proud and lonely.

Summer muttered, "What a weird person."

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew over. With her clothes soaked through, Summer shivered.

Noticing her reaction, Stanley reached out to hug her shoulder, and whispered, "Let's go home."

"Ok." Summer replied. Glancing at his hand that was resting on her shoulder, she moved faintly away
from his body.

She was still not comfortable to have physical contact with Stanley.

She wasn't sure if Stanley sensed her unease, but his hand moved away immediately.

When Leonardo returned into the car, Rosie had just woken up.

She was holding an empty milk bottle, staring up at the top of the car blankly.

Seeing Leonardo come in, she turned to him and called with her soft sweet voice, "Dad."

Leonardo closed the car door and looked at Rosie.

Rosie's grape-like black eyes blinked at him.

The father and daughter look at each other in the car for a long while.

Suddenly, Leonardo frowned.

There was something special with that woman named Summer.



Not only did she arouse some strange feeling inside him, but it surprised him to find that Rosie looked a
little like her.

Leonardo drove home with a dark face.

Rosie kept talking along the way.

When they arrived at the old manor of the Emersons, a servant came over with an umbrella to greet
them.

Leonardo took Rosie into his arms, and got in directly.

In the hall, Kate sat on the sofa with an interrogating air.

Upon seeing Leonardo carrying Rosie into the hall, she turned livid with a cold snort, "I thought you
wouldn't come back!"

Her voice was cold and loud.

After all, Rosie was only a child. She was so frightened that she hugged Leonardo's neck tightly and
pressed her head against his shoulder. Her eyes avoided Kate out of fear.

Although she was usually a little naughty, she would still be scared when facing an adult's rage.

Sensing her subtle reaction, Leonardo caressed her back to comfort her, and let her down on the
ground, "Half a box of ice cream for you. Go ahead."

Ice cream lit up Rosie's eyes.

Leonardo glanced at the servants standing behind him. A maid immediately walked forward to take
Rosie's hand and led her to the kitchen, "Miss Rosie, let's go and eat ice cream."



Only then did Kate realize that she had frightened Rosie.

A little awkward, but still she held up her chin and said, "How could you be so self-centered? You know
exactly how important today's meeting is. And you just put it off as you like?"

Leonardo sneered and looked sharply at Kate, "Rosie almost got lost today, did you know?"

Kate was startled, "What happened? I heard from the servant that it was Amber...."

Leonardo's face was as cold as ice, so was his voice, "Amber brought her out and almost got her lost.
Who should I blame, you or Amber?"


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