Chapter 475 A Sign of Weakness

Leonardo was clearly enraged by Summer's tone. Although the candlelight was a little dim, from such a
short distance, Summer could still clearly see the sudden change of Leonardo's expression.

They exchanged glances for a while.

Leonardo took a step back and said first, "Because of Rosie."

"Rosie is little and gullible. You can find her a gentle, kind and beautiful stepmother. Anyway, you don't
like me. Why don't you just let me die here alone, so that I won't come back and fight for Rosie's
custody." Summer smiled.

Leonardo did not reply immediately, and the room fell into silence again.

Thinking of what she had just said to irritate him, Summer felt nervous.

Leonardo suddenly blew out the candle. She could not see Leonardo's face in the darkness, but she
could feel his vexation and the tension in the air.

The next second, his voice rang out from the darkness, "Summer, I'll give you a chance to reorganize
your language."

Summer clenched her fists, pursed her lips and said, "... I'm hungry."

She changed the topic. It was a sign of weakness.

Leonardo didn't say anything else. He turned around and walked outside.

Summer hurriedly followed him.

She wondered if Leonardo had night vision as he walked fast in the darkness. She could only stumble
behind him.



She almost missed a step when they went downstairs.

She couldn't help but scream.

Just as she cried out in alarm, she felt an arm stretch towards her and wrap around her waist.

Summer hurriedly grabbed Leonardo's hand and held it tightly.

Leonardo did not shake her grip off and just took her downstairs like that.

There was an old wooden table in the room downstairs. On the table, there was a burning candle and
several dishes. A cat was squatting at the foot of the table. The old man was placing a piece of meat in
front of the cat. He smiled warmly as he watched the cat eating the meat.

When the old man saw Leonardo bringing Summer down, the smile on his face became even warmer.
"You guys are here. Hurry up and come to eat."

After Summer and Leonardo sat down, the old man asked her with concern, "Is the fever gone?"

Summer smiled and said softly, "I feel much better now. Thank you for taking us in. What can I call you,
sir?"

"That's good. Just call me Arthur." Arthur smiled and reached out to pick up a piece of meat for
Summer, "Let's eat."

There were three dishes. One seemed to be Chinese cabbage. Another was sliced pork fried with
potatoes. And the last one seemed to be pickles.

These were all plain home-cooked dishes.

Summer looked down at the bowl and found the bacon. She scrabbled some rice into her mouth.



Seeing that she took a big mouthful of the dishes, Arthur said gently, "Is it to your taste? There's
nothing else in the country, but these vegetables and bacon. I hope you can put up with them."

Summer nodded, "It's delicious."

It was so kind of Arthur to take them in. And he even cooked dinner for them. She couldn't thank him
more. How would she be picky?

Summer didn't feel the dishes intolerant. She turned to look at Leonardo.

Leonardo calmly ate his meal, no different from when he usually ate at home.

She was somewhat surprised. Leonard was usually quite picky. She did not expect that he would be
okay with the dishes.

Elder people liked to chat during the meal.

Summer chatted with Arthur from time to time, and thus knew the basic situation of him.

His wife passed away more than a decade ago, and his children had moved to cities. He had been
living alone in the mountains.

After dinner, Summer was going to wash the dishes, but Arthur refused her.

Summer was helpless. So she pushed Leonardo aside, "You go wash."

She had quarreled with Leonardo before. So she thought Leonardo would ignore her. To her surprise,
he actually went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Arthur didn't stop Leonardo.



When Leonardo went to the kitchen, Arthur smiled and said to Summer, "You guys are so intimate, just
like my wife and I back then."

Summer was stunned for a moment and said, "... really?"

She didn't know why Arthur thought that she and Leonardo were close.

Arthur did not say anything more but looked at her with a smile. Then he turned to tease the cat again.

Summer got up and went to the kitchen.

The kitchen in the countryside was very crude. Because the fire was built with wooden, the floor of the
kitchen was dusty, and so were the beams.

Even Summer herself found it dusty. So she was surprised to see Leonardo stand in front of the stove
and wash the dishes calmly. She almost suspected that Leonardo had been replaced by someone else.

After all, he was a young master from a wealthy family and had grown up with luxurious clothes and
delicate dishes. In the past, when she invited him to dinner, she would wonder whether he would like
the restaurant she chose.

Summer walked to his side and said, "Let me wash them."

"Stand further away." As Leonardo spoke, he didn't stop.

He held the rag and patiently wiped the bowls one by one. There was no trace of reluctance or disgust
in his expression, just like how he usually handled his work.

Summer stood at the side and watched as Leonardo patiently washed the dishes, wiped them clean
and put them back.



After putting the last bowl back, he walked over to Summer. He touched her forehead before he
touched his own. Then he frowned slightly.

It was still a little hot.

Feeling the temperature of one's forehead was actually a very intimate act.

For a moment, Summer felt that the former Leonardo had returned.

After taking the temperature of her forehead, Leonardo drew half a basin of cold water and put it aside.
He said indifferently, "Bring it up later by yourself. You still need to have a cold towel on your forehead
at night."

Summer could not hear any concern in his tone, but she was satisfied.

She nodded, "Alright."

After a simple wash, Summer carried the half basin of water upstairs. She drenched the towel with the
cold water and wrung it out. Then she lay on the bed and put it on her forehead again.

She closed her eyes and thought about something.

There weren't many rooms in Arthur's house. Leonardo could either sleep with her tonight or with
Arthur.

She felt that Leonardo might be more willing to sleep with her.

With that thought, she fell asleep in a daze.

After some time, Summer felt that someone was taking the towel from her forehead. She opened her
eyes and saw Leonardo sitting by the bed and taking the towel from her forehead. He turned around
and soaked it in the basin. Then he wrung it out, folded it over and put it on her forehead again.



Summer noticed that the room was very bright. She followed the light source and found that it was the
flashlight of Leonardo's cellphone.

Although phones couldn't be used to make phone calls, they were still useful as flashlights.

As she tilted her head, Leonardo couldn't put on the towel. So he scolded in a low voice, "Don't move."

Summer quickly lay flat, so that Leonardo could apply the towel.

Leonardo put on the towel and went to get his phone.

Summer asked him, "What time is it? Where did you go just now?"


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