Chapter 538 Hang Up on Her

Hearing Summer's words, Rosie carefully walked downstairs.

As soon as she arrived in the hall, she immediately released the maid's hand and ran towards Summer.

Summer squatted down, caught the flying sweetie, and kissed her.

But Rosie focused all her attention on the apples and just ignored Summer's kiss.

She turned to the page of that and showed it to Summer as if she was offering treasures, "Mom, look at
the apples I drew."

The colorful lines were all over the page. It was difficult to make out the shape of an apple.

But Rosie was happy.

As she flipped through the picture book, she muttered to herself, "I'm going to draw three more apples
and some meatballs...."

Summer had noticed that Rosie loved drawing very much. But she was still too young to draw
something nice. She only chose the color she liked and paint it on the book.

Summer would not discourage her since she liked it.

She carried her to the sofa and sat down. Then, she took the painting and looked carefully for a while,
smiling, "Well done! I believe that you will draw better in the future!"

Rosie grinned and covered her mouth. She seemed shy.

Summer gently poked her forehead, "Are you shy?"

Rosie grabbed her finger and chuckled. At this time, Leonardo came in from outside.



Children would like to receive recognition and praise from their parents. And Rosie was no exception.

She held the painting and ran towards Leonardo.

Knowing that Leonardo was in a bad mood, Summer stood up and shouted with worry, "Rosie!"

But Rosie did not hear her words. She happily ran to Leonardo and raised her painting book, "Daddy,
Daddy, look at the apples. I drew big apples...."

Leonardo's eyebrows tightened as he saw the "apple".

Summer's heart jolted. She immediately shouted, "Leonardo!"

She was afraid that he would say something improper.

Recently, he didn't seem to be as nice to Rosie as before. And he wasn't so patient, either. Summer
was afraid that he would say something unpleasant like, "What the hell did you paint?"

Leonardo looked up, took a glance at her and then went back to his painting.

Two seconds later, he said, "I see."

Without Leonardo's praise, Rosie was a little disappointed. She pouted and said, "Alright."

She withdrew the painting and looked up at Leonardo. Blinking, she pursed her lips and walked
towards Summer.

As soon as she left, Leonardo went upstairs without looking back.

Summer stroke Rosie's head, "Dad also thinks you drew well."

Rosie raised her little bun-like face and looked at her with confusion. Did her daddy praise her?



"Daddy just thinks you're good at drawing. You have to keep up the good work! Come on!" Summer
gave her a cheering gesture.

Rosie followed and then chuckled. It was nice to be an innocent child who knew nothing. She can be
cheered up by a few nice words and stay happy.

Summer looked upstairs. Thinking of Leonardo's words, she couldn't help but frown.

It was much harder to cheer up a man. And this time, she didn't want to cheer him up.

Summer withdrew her gaze and led Rosie to the kitchen. "Alright, let's go make meatballs now!"

"Great! Let's make meatballs!" Rosie was excited, bouncing and vivacious.

It was not bad to be able to be with the kid after staying out for the whole day.

Summer planned to make balls of various kinds of meat. They were mainly for Rosie. And since she
was so young, she couldn't have much. She would finish it soon.

Now the meatballs had been made, Summer cooked a few more dishes.

Perhaps she wanted to get revenge, she chose light flavors for the dishes, none of which fit Leonardo's
taste.

Summer had paid special attention to Leonardo's expression while having dinner.

When he took the first bite, he frowned. Then, he looked up at Summer, as if he had known it was
Summer's cooking.

Summer tilted her head and looked at him challengingly.

Leonardo did not say anything but lowered his head to eat quietly.



Summer snorted. She thought that Leonardo wasn't going to eat the dishes she cooked.

Leonardo didn't refuse to eat the dish. Instead, he ate more than usual.

However, as soon as he finished, he went upstairs. He even ate more quickly than Rosie.

Rosie blinked her big eyes and pointed at his receding figure. She said to Summer, "Daddy is gone!"

Summer removed the rice grains from the corner of Rosie's mouth and smiled, "He's full."

"OK," Rosie looked down at the remaining vegetables in her bowl, then turned to Summer, "I'm full,
too."

Summer pointed at the vegetables. "You need to eat the vegetables."

Rosie was reluctant, "I'm full."

Summer turned to be serious, "Eat the vegetables."

"Alright...." Seeing her solemn, Rosie could only compromise.

Only after she finished eating the vegetables did Summer allow her to leave.

Summer leaned against the chair and it hit her. She took out the phone.

No messages or missed calls. Stanley did not call her.

He should have contacted her if he knew that she had gone find him. Could it be that Stanley did not
return to the psychiatric clinic? That should be it.

She found Stanley's phone number in the address book and called him after some hesitation.



But for a long while, no one answered. In the end, it was hung up automatically.

Summer made the call again and was hung up after two seconds.

Generally speaking, it was hung up by the man.

Stanley hung up on her? He couldn't be busy at this moment.

Summer called him again. But she failed.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is powered off...."

Summer was dumbfounded. Stanley was a cautious guy and she had never seen his phone turn off
when she lived with him.

Could it be that something had happened to him?


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