Chapter 1229 Resist Talking About the Past

Carl snorted, "Summer, look at you. You are being mean to me!"

Summer laughed, "Then you can eat with us."

"I'm not going." Carl refused straightforwardly, "I don't want to see your PAD!"

"We don't..."

"You do! Even if you just sit together and watch each other."

Summer had nothing to say. If this was what he meant by PAD, then they did PAD every day.

"Don't misunderstand me." Carl hurriedly explained, "I mean you like each other very much. You are
like..."

He thought for a moment and said, "It's like an instinct. It is so unswerving that nothing can separate
you."

Summer felt what Carl said was quite interesting.

Carl smiled embarrassedly, "Am I too pretentious? I feel quite embarrassed to say it."

For a moment, Summer wanted to tell him about Jessica.

Carl called the elevator.

Summer calmed down after an instant of impulse. She decided to keep the secret for Jessica.

When they entered the elevator, Summer said, "I want to ask you a question."

"What?"



Summer looked solemn. Carl couldn't help but become serious.

"Have you ever thought about the consequence when you left Jessica?" Summer explained, "I mean,
all the consequences."

Carl was stiffened. It was as if someone had pressed the pause button in him.

For a few seconds, he maintained the same posture and looked at Summer, dumbfounded.

Since she had mentioned it, Summer continued, "Why didn’t you return? Did you feel guilty, or did you
find it hard to part with her?"

Carl remained silent.

Summer could feel that Carl was somewhat reluctant to talk about the past.

Jessica did not want think about the past as well.

Both of them still had feelings for each other, but neither of them wanted to break the ice.

If they just leave their past untouched, it would be even harder for them to fix it between them.

The longer it lasted, the more painful it would be for them to fix the past.

After a while, Carl sighed, "It has been too long. It is very difficult to explain these problems in details."

He laughed at himself, "I was stupid. If I haven't left..."

If he hadn't left, all the problems between them wouldn't have existed. Perhaps he had married Jessica
long ago and had their children. Perhaps their children were even older than Rosie.

Summer did not say anything else.



The elevator reached the first floor, and they got out together.

A group of people walked over. They seemed to be the actors in the company.

When they saw Carl, they smiled and greeted him.

Everyone was young and pretty, as beautiful as a flower.

"Mr. Carl."

Carl nodded and pointed at Summer, "This is the screenwriter of 'Lost City', Summer."

"Hello, Ms. Summer." They were not only beautiful, but also honey tongued.

Summer replied with a smile, "Hello."


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