Chapter 381Apparent Hostility

Leonardo was a little thirsty. He took over the glass and took a sip.

When he looked up again, he saw Summer's hesitant face. He lowered his eyes and looked at the
glass. He took a deep breath, and then asked Rosie, "Where do you get the water?"

Rosie pointed to the bathroom with an innocent face. "From there. There's plenty of water. Do you want
more, Dad?"

Rosie was treated like a princess at home. The maids took good care of her. How could she tell which
water was drinkable and which wasn't?

Leonardo pursed his lips tightly and said with a serious look, "Don't get drinking water from there
again!"

Rosie pouted and said, "Why? Pretty sister said it tasted good."

Summer recalled that Rosie had used the same glass to draw drinking water for her....

Wasn't it….an indirect kiss between her and Leonardo?

She didn't know if Leonardo was thinking of the same thing, but he gave her a thoughtful look.

Summer turned her head in a hurry. "My fiancé should be back soon. I'll go wait for him."

Then she walked out in a rush.

She didn't know that as she spoke, Leonardo's gaze was fixed on her lips.

When Summer walked out of Leonardo's apartment, she leaned against the wall, raising her head, and
let out a long sigh of relief.



Why was she so nervous in front of Leonardo?

They did nothing but drinking from the same glass.

Why did she feel as if her heart was about to bump out of her throat?

She never felt the same way when she got along with Stanley every day.

Moreover, with such a cold personality and an illegitimate daughter, how could Leonardo be better than
Stanley?

After a while, when Summer calmed down, she saw Stanley walking out of the elevator.

When Stanley saw her, he strode over with a concerned look and asked, "Where did you go? I came
home and saw your phone and keys, so I went to the convenience store to ask if they had seen you."

Both Stanley and Summer were outstanding in appearance. As they walked in and out of the condo
together, the owner of the convenience store at the entrance of the condo recognized them.

Summer recalled the glass of water and felt a little guilty. She looked away. "I forgot to bring the keys. I
was at a neighbor's just now."

Stanley smiled. "So careless? It seems like you can't do it without me."

The door beside them opened.

Summer and Stanley turned and saw Leonardo standing at the entrance in black pajamas.

Stanley stopped reaching out for Summer's hand. "Mr. Emerson."

"So you're our new neighbor."



Summer didn't know if it was her illusion, but she felt that Stanley wasn't surprised. Instead, he
sounded as if he had anticipated it.

Leonardo crossed his arms and said indifferently, "I didn't expect to be your neighbor. I'm surprised."

"I hope we can get together sometime. Let’s go home and have dinner." As Stanley spoke, he smiled
gently at Summer and held her hand.

Summer curled her fingers, and Stanley could only clasp the back of her hand.

It was a physiological rejection. Every time Stanley came into contact with her, her body would reject
him.

In the past, Stanley would let go of her gently.

But this time, it was as if Stanley was deliberately demonstrating something. He didn't let go of
Summer's hand. Instead, his grip became even tighter.

Leonardo glanced at their hands holding together. A complicated emotion flashed in his eyes as he
said, "What a coincidence. We haven't eaten either."

Summer asked in surprise, "Haven't you eaten yet?"

It was almost nine o'clock, but they hadn't had dinner yet.

It was fine for a grown man like Leonardo, but how could a toddler like Rosie bear it?

"No," Leonardo replied indifferently without a single trace of lying.

"Why not join us for dinner? I've cooked several dishes."

"Alright." Leonardo said just as Summer finished speaking.



His tone didn't change, but he answered so quickly that one could easily tell his eagerness.

Leonardo then turned around and shouted into the room, "Rosie, time for dinner."

Rosie ran over in her slippers. "Haven't we eaten already?"

Leonardo held her hand and said with a natural look, "It was lunch."

"But Uncle Tim said...." Rosie wanted to argue with him, but Leonardo interrupted her. "Uncle Stanley
and Auntie Summer invited us to dinner. What do you say to them?"

Rosie said, "Thank you, Uncle Stanley and ... Auntie Summer."

When she said "Auntie Summer," she hesitated for a moment.

Girls who looked beautiful were all her sisters, how could she call her "auntie"?

She looked at Leonardo and then at Summer, her face was blank.

Leonardo brought Rosie to Stanley's home for dinner.

Stanley went to get the bowls when Summer served the dishes.

As a toddler who liked to imitate the adults, Rosie wanted to help with the bowls.

Stanley handed the forks to Rosie. "Will you help me with the forks?"

"Alright." Rosie gave him a big smile and placed the forks on the dining table.

Stanley walked over and caressed her head. "Good girl."

Rosie smiled at him, walked to Leonardo's side, climbed onto a chair, and sat down.



Summer didn't have a baby chair at home, so Rosie had to use a regular chair.

Rosie crawled and staggered. Leonardo supported her and asked, "What did I tell you yesterday?"

"What do you mean?" Leonardo had said a lot to her. How could a toddler like Rosie remember so
much?

Leonardo reminded her, "Don't talk to weird women."

Rosie nodded like a chick pecking rice. "Got it."

"Similarly, don't talk to weird men." As Leonardo said this, he glanced at Stanley.

Their gazes collided, and they didn't give way to each other.

Summer happened to hear Leonardo's remarks when she brought out the dishes.

She sensed the tense vibe at the dining table.

The two men continued to look at each other with unfriendly gazes. It was difficult for Summer to ignore
the apparent hostility between them.

She looked at Rosie and saw Rosie playing with her fork. Then she said, "It's dinner time."

The two men moved their gazes away simultaneously as if they had made an appointment.

Stanley helped Summer with the dishes. "Eat more. You don't need to wait for me for dinner."

"I don't have much appetite to eat alone anyway," Summer said as she helped Rosie with the dishes.

Leonardo looked at the two across the table thoughtfully and didn't move his fork.

"Dad, what do you want to eat?" Rosie tilted her head to ask him considerately.






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