Chapter 621 Do I Have to Pick a Day?

However, the servant hadn't gone far when he heard Leonardo's voice. "Wait!"

The servant stopped and turned to look at Leonardo. "Anything else?"

Leonardo pondered for a moment and asked in a deep voice, "Has she eaten?"

The servant was stunned, then he realized that Leonardo was talking about Summer. He shook his
head and said, "Mrs. Emerson has been waiting for your return. She hasn't had dinner yet."

Hearing this, Leonardo's expression stiffened as he instructed the servant, "Send it to her room."

"Yes." The servant answered and was going to prepare food for Summer.

After the servant finished packing the food, Leonardo added, "Don't tell her that it was my idea."

"Okay."

The servant brought the food upstairs and knocked on the door.

When Summer heard the knock, the first person came to her mind was Leonardo.

But on second thought, with Leonardo's personality, how could he take the initiative to come to her?

Even if Leonardo did so, it was impossible for him to knock on the door.

Summer did not move but said, "Come in."

The servant pushed the door open and came in with the food. Summer only took a glance and then
lowered her head to focus on her phone.

The servant put the food on the table and turned to Summer. "Mrs. Emerson, you didn't eat dinner. I
brought you some food. Please have some."



"I see. Leave it there." Summer said without raising her head.

The servant put down the food, and went out.

As soon as the servant left, Summer put down her phone and looked at the food on the table.

She had no appetite at all.

"The stupidest thing I've ever done is to indulge you." Recalling what Leonardo said, Summer was
furious and she had a headache.

She put her phone away and got up to wash up.

When Leonardo returned to the room, Summer was lying on the bed.

The room was dark. Leonardo located a small lamp based on his memory and turned it on. He went to
the bathroom quietly.

However, when he came out, he saw Summer sit up against the window and look at him woefully.

The two looked at each other in the darkness for a few seconds. Leonardo shifted his gaze away and
lay down on the other side of the bed.

"When will you take me to Rosie? Or you can tell me where she is and I'll go myself." Summer
maintained her posture without even blinking her eyes.

"Not now." Leonardo replied.

"Why not? I just want to see my daughter. Do I have to pick a day?" Summer finally turned to look at
Leonardo and said with mockery.

Leonardo's voice was deep and contained suppressed anger. "Summer."



Summer was not afraid of provoking him. She said bluntly, "Whatever you say, but I want to see Rosie."

Leonardo lay down on the bed and closed his eyes to sleep.

Summer looked at him angrily, but she could do nothing to him.

She laid down in rage with her back facing Leonardo.

The two slept like this all night.

The next day.

When Summer woke up, Leonardo just got up.

The bathroom door was not closed, and she could see the washstand not far from the door.

Leonardo was standing in front of the mirror and tidying up his tie, but for some reason, he could not tie
it properly.

Summer stared at him for a long time. Seeing that he was tying and untying his tie again and again,
she finally couldn't bear to watch. She got up and walked towards him.

When Leonardo saw her coming over, he turned to look at her and continued to tie his tie.

Summer picked up her toothbrush and intended to ignore him.

However, her mind acted quicker than her hand. The toothbrush she just picked up was put back. She
raised her head and shook Leonardo's hand off to take over the tie.

Leonardo did not refuse her and just looked down at her.

The atmosphere a bit spooky.



Women were better with handwork than men.

Summer held his tie with her slender fingers and tied it skillfully. She then turned around to get her
toothbrush.

When she was brushing her teeth, she felt Leonardo was still looking at her.

She lowered her head. She was wearing slippers and was much shorter than Leonardo. She
intentionally lowered her head so that Leonardo could not see her face.

After Summer finished brushing her teeth, she turned her head and looked at him. "Are you done? If
you're done, go out. Don't get in my way."

Hearing this, Leonardo had a burst of anger stuck in his throat.

This woman was really...

Leonardo snorted coldly, then turned around and walked out.

Only the footsteps were deliberately hardened as if he was in pique.

Summer sneered. "Boring man!"

When she had done washing up and went downstairs, Leonardo was about to leave after finishing his
breakfast.

As usual, Tim came to pick up Leonardo. He was waiting for Leonardo in the lobby.

When Tim saw Summer, he nodded to her, "Mrs. Emerson."



Summer's eyes lit up and she realized something. She smiled and said, "You are here early. Did you
have breakfast?"

Tim did not notice anything unusual with Summer. He smiled and said, "Yeah."

"That's good." After that, Summer didn't speak to Leonardo and went straight to the dining hall.

Tim keenly sensed something. He looked at Summer and then turned around to look at Leonardo, who
was walking towards him.

He knew something. Did they quarrel again?

What did they quarrel about?

Tim was sensible, so he did not ask.

Summer sat alone at the dining table. She seemed to enjoy her breakfast, but she had been paying
attention to the situation outside.

After a while, when she heard the sound of the car, she put down the knife and fork in her hand.

Since Leonardo didn't bring her to Rosie, she would go herself!

Since Leonardo wouldn't tell her where Rosie was, she would figure it out herself!

In the afternoon, Tim went out for an errand.

As soon as he reached the parking lot, he heard the sound of high heels behind him.

The sound was crisp and was getting closer and closer.

When Tim turned around, he saw Summer, who was smiling warmly at him.



"Mrs. Emerson?" Tim was astounded and asked, "Are you here for Mr. Emerson? He is in the office.
You can just go up and find him."

Summer crossed her arms and walked to the front of him. "I'm here for you."

Tim's mind raced. In an instant, he understood why Summer was looking for him. He said, "I have
something to take care of. Mrs. Emerson, make it another day."

As he spoke, he raised his foot and was about to escape.

However, Summer had been waiting in the parking lot for so long. How could she let Tim leave?

"Stop!" Summer said.

Her tone was gentle like Leonardo's, but Tim found it intimidating.


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