Chapter 933 What Are You Dreaming

Summer pinched Rosie's little cheek and asked seriously, "Is there really nothing you're hiding from
me?"

Rosie shook her head without hesitation. She wouldn't betray her dad anyway.

Summer pulled a wry face, "Are there really no secrets between you and daddy?"

Rosie hesitated for a moment. It was not good to lie, but she promised her father.

Looking at Rosie's conflicted expression, Summer knew there were secrets between them. She didn't
want see Rosie so conflicted, so she touched her head and said, "Alright, forget about it."

When Leonardo came back to the ward, he discovered that Rosie had fallen asleep by the bed.
Summer made a silent gesture with her index finger on her lips.

Leonardo walked over and lowered his voice, "Is she asleep?"

Summer nodded and whispered, "Carry her to the bed."

Leonardo glanced at Rosie and looked up. "Tim is still here. I'll have him drive Rosie home."

As he spoke, he bent down to pick Rosie up. Summer reached out and nudged him, "You should drive
her home after she woke up."

Rosie was very happy to come to the hospital today. If they drove her home when she was asleep, how
disappointed she would be when she woke up?

Hearing that, Leonardo thought for a moment and carried Rosie onto the sofa. Then he found a thin
blanket to cover her.

The sofa wasn't large, but it was wide enough for Rosie to sleep on.



Then Leonardo sat back on the bed. Summer looked up at him, "Actually, it's fine if you put her on the
bed."

Leonardo poured water for her, looking down. "Children are restless in sleep."

At this time, Tim knocked on the door. The door was half-closed. After knocking twice, he pushed the
door open and walked in.

"Mr. Emerson, everything is ready."

After saying that, Tim turned to Summer and greeted her, "Mrs. Emerson."

Summer smiled at him.

Leonardo looked at him and said, "Go back if you're done."

Then Tim turned around and left.

The ward became very quiet. Summer sat on the bed, Rosie slept on the sofa, and Leonardo sat in
front of the bed peeling off a pomegranate.

He had a bad temper, but he was exceptionally patient with everything related to Summer. He used the
tip of the fruit knife to slip through the outer layer of the pomegranate, and then split the pomegranate
into two without hurting the seeds inside.

Leonardo put aside half of the pomegranate, took the other half, and began to pull out the small pieces
from the pomegranate and put them on the small plate.

The pieces were even and translucent.



He lost a lot of weight, making his figure even sharper than before. Summer asked gently, "Has it been
a hard week?"

Leonardo did not look up, concentrating on the pomegranate. "What are you dreaming about?"

Hearing this, Summer laughed instead. She was waiting for that.

"If you don't want me to dream, tell me the truth about my current condition." Summer stared straight at
Leonardo, her expression extremely calm.

Leonardo stopped peeling the pomegranate, and the pomegranate in his hand was crushed.

There was juice on his fingers, which quickly became sticky.

Summer took out a wet tissue and wiped his hand. Her voice was gentle, "I want to know what
happened to me. Even if you can hide it from me for a while, you can't hide it forever. I have the right to
know the truth."


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