Douglas raised his head and carefully looked at Summer's face.
Seeing that Summer's expression was the same as usual, she continued, "Rachel is a photographer.
Once, she went to take pictures of the snow and encountered an avalanche. The rescue team never
found her..."
After saying that, Douglas's voice softened.
Summer was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say for a moment.
"When did that happen?" Summer raised her head and asked him.
"Five years ago," Douglas said.
"Your brother and her..."
Douglas pursed her lips and looked a little sad with the corners of his eyes hanging down, "She is my
brother's fiancée."
Summer opened her mouth and was momentarily dumbfounded.
She looked at the message from Adams and replied, "Alright, I'll talk to Leonardo."
If she encountered an avalanche and the rescue team did not find her, she was most likely to lose her
life. Because she was buried in the snow.
Summer felt oppressed. The previous emotions were all gone.
A long time ago, Summer had faintly sensed that Leonardo seemed to dislike the contact between her
and Adams.
Maybe this was the reason.
Summer asked Douglas, "Do I really look like her?"
Seeing that Summer's expression was normal, Douglas said truthfully, "I think so."
Summer became silent.
...
Before lunch, Leonardo came back.
Lunch was prepared by the bodyguards. Summer was now an injured person, so it was naturally
impossible for her to cook.
Leonardo did not eat much before putting down his chopsticks. Summer did not eat much either, only
Douglas had a good appetite.
Douglas went out after finishing his meal quickly.
Leonardo and Summer were still sitting face to face. Leonardo suddenly said, "What do you want to
say?"
Summer raised her head in surprise. She didn't even open her mouth, but he knew that she had
something to say to him.
Leonardo saw her thoughts from her expression, "Your expression tells me that you have something to
say to me and you have questions to ask me."
Summer touched her face. Was it that obvious?
Summer cleared her throat, "Can I ask anything I want?"
Leonardo raised his head slightly. When he went out this morning, this woman wished she could bite
him when she was talking to him. But now, her hesitation was even more suspicious.
Leonardo curled his lips and looked at her. "Since you know that you can't ask, then don't ask."
"You're only allowed to investigate me, so I can't ask you questions?" Summer also smiled and stared
at him with her bright eyes. "You think I look like Rachel, don't you?"
Leonardo's expression became somewhat gloomy, "Did Douglas tell you that?"
"If it's something I really want to know, I'll know it anyway even if others don’t tell me!"
Hearing this, Leonardo was sure that Douglas had told her about it. He narrowed his eyes and said,
"He told you that you and Rachel are very similar?"
Rachel?
That was what he called her!
Leonardo always called her "Summer". When he wanted her to attend a dinner party, he called her
"dear wife".
Summer felt that she was ridiculous. She was jealous of a woman who was most likely not in this world.
Summer pursed her lips, keeping a straight face. And she didn't say anything.
Leonardo suddenly said, "I don't think you look like each other?"
After saying this, he left.
...
When it came to Rachel’s name, the relationship between Summer and Leonardo became more
strained than before.
Staying with Leonardo, Summer felt uncomfortable all over. At night, she carried a pillow and went to
the room where she had stayed before.
Just as she was lying down on the bed, Leonardo came looking for her.
He stood at the door and looked at her expressionlessly with his arms crossed. "Summer, aren't you
going to sleep with me?"
Leonardo's straight face made Summer feel a little scared.
She hesitated for a moment and found an excuse. "I have an injury to my foot. I'm afraid you won't
notice my foot at night?"
Hearing this, Leonardo looked at her with just a suggestion of snigger. "You fainted in the bathroom
because you are so tired last night. I didn't even touch your feet. Can I touch you when we sleep?"
Summer blushed as she opened her lips, but she could not find anything to say.
She threw the little pillow beside her towards Leonardo. "Get out!"
Leonardo dodged lightly and said softly, "Stop messing around. Go back to our room and sleep."
He was clearly the one who had been frowned at her all day. Although he usually kept a straight face,
today he was different. He spoke less, his expression was colder, and he occasionally slipped his mind.
When he came back, he was fine. Ever since she mentioned Rachel, something was wrong with him.
Did he think she really couldn't tell?
He could investigate everything that had happened to her since childhood. But she had only asked him
about his cousin's fiancée, and he acted so abnormal.
He was so abnormal because of another woman. Couldn't she express her dissatisfaction and
unhappiness?
Did he think this was nonsense?
Everything he did was right, and it was nonsense for her to express her dissatisfaction?
Screw it! Shit!
The more Summer thought about it, the angrier she became. She said, "I won't go back."
And what happened at the banquet that day was also the knot in Summer's heart.
"That night at the banquet, Adams only held my hand. Why did you react so badly? What are you
suspecting? What are you angry about? Go fight with him to vent your anger! Stop messing around
here!"
The more Summer thought about it, the more she felt aggrieved and unwilling to accept it. And she
seemed to be somewhat aggressive.
Very few people and things could affect Leonardo's emotions, and his inexplicable reactions were all
related to Rachel.
"Because you thought that I took after her, didn't you? And Adams also thought that I looked alike to
Rachel. That's why he held onto my hand while drinking. That's why you were angry!"
"Leonardo, ask yourself! Are you angry that Adams touched my hand, or angry that Adams touched
Rachel's hand?"
"You said that you didn’t think I looked like Rachel. It's simply a lie. You lied to me!"
After Summer finished speaking in one breath, she was somewhat excited and was panting.
Leonardo stood at the door. His face clouded over. After a while, he said, "Do you think so?"
"It doesn't matter what I think. The key is what you think!" Summer laughed bitterly, "At first, when I
married you, although you disliked me, you would occasionally flirt with me. It was because I looked
like her, right?"
Leonardo's face revealed a trace of panic. "Summer, don't talk nonsense!"
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