Chapter 927 What Happened to My Legs?

However, Summer wouldn't give up even if Leonardo told her not to get involved. She was too
stubborn. If she were to directly intervene, she would definitely fail.

Summer said that he was paranoid, but she herself was more or less the same. After being together for
a long time, they knew each other too well and they were getting similar.

Summer drank some soup and looked up. She saw Leonardo looking at her absent-mindedly. It was
rare to see Leonardo like this.

She stretched out her hand and waved in front of Leonardo, "What are you looking at?"

Leonardo came to himself, and his expression did not change much.

"Is it delicious?" He asked.

"It's tasteless." Summer said.

She frowned slightly and looked listless, but the way she drank the soup was lively.

Leonardo stood up, moved his chair to Summer's side, and took the bowl in front of her.

Summer turned her head in surprise and saw Leonardo scooping up the soup from the bowl.

Leonardo's fingers were delicate and beautiful. The portion of flesh and bones was just right, and they
were long.

He sat there quietly, looking down. His beautiful fingers were holding the white porcelain spoon and
slowly stirring the soup to cool it down.

It looked like a painting, so pleasing to her eyes.



Summer still had many questions in her heart for Leonardo and she also wanted to see Rosie.
However, Leonardo said that everything had been settled.

She didn't know he did it for the time being. However, she was very clear that she did not want to break
the pleasing scene in front of her. It was rare to see such a gentle Leonardo.

Leonardo used the spoon to stir in the bowl for a while. After tasting it, he felt the temperature was just
right, and then he scooped up some soup and put it to Summer's lips.

Summer looked at him and lowered her head to drink the soup.

Leonardo fed her the soup just like this.

Summer watched him put the empty bowl on the table, pursed her lips and said, "I want more."

Leonardo remained indifferent. "It's time to rest."

With no expression on his face, he got up and pulled the wheelchair. He bent down and scooped
Summer up and walked towards the bed.

Summer struggled slightly, "I want more."

Leonardo lowered his head and glanced at her. "Be good."

Summer struggled again. Leonardo frowned as he looked at her, but after meeting her panicked gaze,
he looked away.

Summer involuntarily reached out to tug at his clothes and asked him in a trembling voice, "What
happened to my legs?"

Leonardo pursed his lips tightly and his jaw tensed up. The silence scared her.



He didn't say anything, so Summer kept looking at him. Only after he put Summer on the bed did he
whisper, "You've been lying on the bed for a long time, so your limbs went numb. It'll be fine in a few
days."

His voice was a little hoarse, but he looked very calm.

Summer believed him. She nodded, "Okay."

Leonardo caressed her head and said, "Have a good rest. I'll have someone bring Rosie over
tomorrow."

Summer reached out to touch her face and asked Leonardo, "Do I look particularly haggard? I won't
frighten Rosie, will I?"

Leonardo raised his eyebrows, "She came here every day."

Summer was a little embarrassed.

Seeing her embarrassment, Leonardo couldn't help but curl his lips and say, "Sleep."

Then he sat down by the bed.

Just as Summer closed her eyes, she suddenly opened them again, "You didn't eat."


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