Chapter 490 A Euphemistic Request

Rosie held a little tiger puppet in her hand and shouted happily, "Mom!"

Summer didn't pull a face in front of Rosie. She smiled at Rosie, and Rosie walked into the room with
the little tiger puppet in her arms.

After Rosie entered, Summer noticed that Rosie was carrying a small schoolbag.

It was purely a toy schoolbag.

Seeing Summer fixing her eyes on Rosie's schoolbag, Leonardo explained, "There are building blocks
inside."

Hearing this, Summer turned to look at Leonardo, who had already walked in with his suitcase.

He entered the room, as if it was a matter of course.

Rosie was familiar with Summer's place. She climbed onto the sofa and sat down, pouring the toys in
her schoolbag onto the sofa.

Summer glanced at her and pulled Leonardo out.

Outside the door, she let go of Leonardo and said, "Leonardo, stop messing around!"

Remaining composure, Leonardo looked at her calmly. "You don't want to live at home, so I move here
with Rosie. What's wrong?"

"You know I'm not talking about it." Summer stretched out her hand to support her forehead, feeling a
little irritated.

Leonardo was deliberately misinterpreting her statement.



"What do you mean?" Leonardo asked patiently, without a trace of impatience in his tone.

Summer moved her lips, but failed to find the proper words to answer him.

Leonardo suddenly took half a step forward. The tip of his shoe was against hers. When he lowered his
head, he could see the long eyelashes on her slightly drooping eyelids.

In short, they were extremely close.

"I am Leonardo, the one you met three years ago. Besides, I'm Rosie's father. Although only a part of
my memory has come back to me, I know everything happened afterwards. I am who I am. What are
you worried about?"

His voice was deep and gentle, sounding soothing.

After such a long time, Summer almost forgot that Leonardo had a gentle side and would patiently
comfort her with his own way.

Summer was shocked that Leonardo could see through her, but she denied. "I don't have any ..."

When Leonardo came out of the mountain, he was still cold to Summer. But now he suddenly became
the same as before. Summer needed time to get used to it, as she was overwhelmed by mixed
feelings.

She planned either to find the expert who hypnotized Leonardo so as to help him think of everything or
to make Leonardo fall in love with her again.

However, Leonardo suddenly remembered something.

As far as he could remember now, he had feelings for Summer.

Whereas, at that time, they didn’t experience what happened later.



Leonardo said that he knew all about it, but he did not have those memories, nor did he have the sense
of reality that he had experienced them. Summer felt that there was still something missing.

"Well." What Leonardo said was a statement, and he did not seem to want her reply.

"Leonoodle!"

Suddenly, Rosie's voice came from inside.

Leonardo reached out and gently stroked her hair. He then held Summer's hand and said, "Let's go
inside. Rosie is looking for us."

Summer subconsciously wanted to break free from his hand, but he held her hand so tightly, like a pair
of iron pincers, which she was unable to get free.

Summer turned to look at Leonardo, and his expression was normal.

Summer was upset, but Rosie was in the room, so she couldn't quarrel with Leonardo.

Rosie jumped off the sofa with her small schoolbag and ran to Leonardo. She frowned and said,
"Where is my racing car?"

In front of Rosie, Leonardo did not let go of Summer’s hand. He looked at Rosie with a serious face.
"You packed it yourself. How should I know?"

Rosie's eyebrows furrowed even more tightly. "You did!"

"I didn't, but you did."

"It was you!"

"Not me." Leonardo raised his eyebrows slightly, looking sterner.



"Alright!" Rosie, who was smart, instantly admitted.

Then she walked to the sofa with her small schoolbag.

Looking at Rosie's dejected back, Summer asked Leonardo, "Didn't you pack it?"

"She said she wanted the racing car, but her schoolbag was too small to hold it, so she put it in the
suitcase." Leonardo, who had just bullied Rosie, had a clear conscience when he spoke.

Summer did not know how to reply. She shook off his hand and said softly, "You have stayed in the
guest room once. Take your luggage there yourself."

Leonardo's eyes lit up as he said in a very serious tone, "The bed in the guest room is too hard for me."

Hearing this, Summer was startled. After a moment, she asked him, "What do you mean?"

With a faint smile on his handsome face, Leonardo appeared more charming.

As if he was afraid that Summer wouldn't understand him, he deliberately slowed down and said, "I
euphemistically ask to sleep with the mother of my child."

Was this a euphemistical request? Summer pursed her lips in dissatisfaction. "The bed in the master
bedroom is also hard."

Leonardo returned with ease, "I don't care."

With a sullen look, Summer called him in an alarming voice, "Leonardo!"

Leonardo raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything anymore. He took his suitcase and went to the
guest room.



He had stayed in the guest room once before, so he was somewhat familiar with it.

Summer stood by the door and saw Leonardo open his suitcase and tidy up the things inside.

His suitcase was not big. Half of it was stuffed with Rosie's colorful toys, and the other half was filled
with his clothes.

Taking a glance at it, Summer found that the clothes he brought over were all dark-colored shirts and
suits.

He took out the toys first, and then his clothes.

Summer stood by the door and looked at him for a while. She couldn't help but ask, "Did you just pack
two sets of clothes?"

Leonardo looked up at her. "Your daughter wanted to take everything. If I had agreed, she might have
brought all the toys over."

He implied that because Rosie wanted to come with a lot of toys, he only packed two sets of clothes.

With such an analysis, it seemed that Leonardo pretended to be pitiful.

Summer felt that she was probably driven mad by Leonardo. Otherwise, how could she think of so
many things?

The wardrobe in the guest room was empty and there were no hangers.

Summer returned to her room to fetch a few hangers for Leonardo.

Although Leonardo was born with a silver spoon, after living with Summer, he did many things by
himself. But the things he used were all high-grade.



The hangers Summer offered were very ordinary, and they could not even support his suit.

After he hung up his clothes, he frowned slightly.

Summer said, "You can go home and bring some hangers over, or just go out to buy some."

Leonardo's eyes lit up. "How about going shopping together?"

Summer couldn't help but satirize him. "Cannot you take care of yourself?"


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