But that uncomfortable feeling came and went quickly.
When Summer turned around and looked out of the window, the black car beside them had gone far
away.
The license number of that car was a bit special. It seemed that the owner of that car was either rich or
powerful.
She remembered the man she just saw and couldn't help remembering what he said.
“For your aesthetic judgment, I suspect if you are my biological daughter.”
Did she look ugly now?
Moreover, how could a father talk to his own daughter like that?
That man looked deep and cold. He was so blunt and straightforward. What kind of woman could
endure a man like him?
Thinking of this, Summer turned to look at Stanley who was concentrating on driving.
In comparison, Stanley was really a good man.
Stanley was loving and righteous, with a good temper.
"Why are you looking at me?" Stanley saw Summer looking at him.
Summer smiled and said, "I think you are very good."
Stanley seemed not to expect her to say such words. His eyes flashed, "Is that so?"
The car drove into a beautiful neighborhood.
"Get out of the car first and wait for me. I'll park the car and come over." As Stanley spoke, he leaned
over to help Summer untie her belt.
Summer subconsciously stretched out her arm to stop him and made a defensive posture, "I'll do it
myself."
Stanley's arm froze in midair just like that.
After a while, he nodded, "Alright."
Summer felt extremely uncomfortable, quickly untied her seat belt and got out of the car.
She stood by the roadside and watched Stanley parking the car. Her delicate eyebrows frowned
slightly.
Previously, she only felt that her relationship with Stanley might not be deep in the past, but when
Stanley was about to help her undo her seat belt, she rejected him subconsciously.
She subconsciously made a move to defend.
Sometimes the body did react faster and more honestly than the brain.
"What are you thinking?"
Stanley's voice pulled back Summer's thoughts.
She suddenly raised her head and discovered that Stanley had already parked his car and walked
over.
"I don't think anything. I feel a little dizzy." Summer reached out and blocked her forehead.
The weather wasn't too hot, but it wasn't too cool either.
Stanley didn't suspect her and led her into the building.
The greenery in the community was excellent. The buildings were not very high, with about seven or
eight floors. The buildings were sparsely built, making the community very quiet and spacious.
Stanley opened the door and stood to the side, "Come in."
The house was a duplex building. It was bright and spacious. The decoration was very warm. Apart
from the necessary furniture, there were no extra furnishings. It looked cold and cheerless.
Summer walked in and found the things inside were very new and the aura of life was very faint.
Stanley followed her and kept a distance from her, "How do you feel?"
The distance of one step was neither unfamiliar nor too close.
Summer nodded and asked, "You don't live here?"
"No." Stanley walked to the French window and looked at the lush green plants outside. His tone
became somewhat light, "The environment here is very good and suitable for you to rest and
recuperate."
Summer was a bit moved, "Thank you."
Stanley smiled and didn't say anything. He walked to the TV and picked up the remote control. He
pointed at the TV and said, "Do you know what this is?"
Summer felt at a loss, “... TV."
Although she forgot her past, she did not forget about the common sense of life.
The smile on Stanley's face deepened a little, "I'm joking. Don't be angry."
He turned on the TV and casually changed the channel.
It happened to be on the financial news channel.
"This morning, President of the Emerson Group, Leonardo...."
Stanley was about to change the channel, when he paused for a moment.
He turned to look at Summer and saw her staring at the TV in surprise.
On the TV screen, it was Leonardo participating in a commercial activity. He wore a straight black suit,
calm and confident. He emitted a natural aura of a king.
Seeing Summer watching seriously, Stanley gently placed the remote control on the cabinet, as if he
was afraid of disturbing her, and said naturally, "What's wrong?"
"I've seen him. On our way here, when we waited for the red light at the intersection, he was in the car
next to us." Summer recalled his look, and her heart was still filled with lingering fear.
But she couldn't help looking up at the TV screen.
She inexplicably wanted to look at him a few more times.
He was more handsome than on TV.
"So it is." Stanley said indifferently.
The news on the TV changed.
"He has a daughter. She's very cute!" Summer thought of the little girl who pointed at her and called
her "Pretty Sister," and her heart softened. She couldn't help smiling.
The man called Leonardo seemed to call her "Rosie". Summer didn't know what the word was. Could it
be "Rosie"?
How could he be a father? This name was too casual!
"Recently, the media expose that Leonardo has a three-year-old daughter, but it has not been
confirmed yet." Stanley said while paying attention to Summer's reaction.
However, there was no other emotion on Summer's face, other than doubt and curiosity.
Did she really forget the past so thoroughly that she didn't remember him at all?
"Why is he so popular in the media? What does his family do?" The short news just now did not reveal
anything.
Stanley put on a serious face and said, "The Emerson is a top-notch family as wealthy as a country."
Summer's eyes widened in surprise, "So rich?"
"Yes." Stanley seemed to have discovered something interesting and continued to talk to Summer
about the Emerson and Leonardo.
Summer listened earnestly.
From the beginning to the end, except for surprise and curiosity, there was no other emotion on her
face.
In the past, Stanley only heard of someone who injured his brain in an accident and would lose his
memories. He never thought that such a thing would really happen.
"You said he had a fiancée. He hasn't married yet, but he has a daughter. I heard him admit it!"
Summer shook her head and said in a slightly disgusted tone, "It seems that he has a rich love life."
Stanley put his hand on his lips, cleared his throat and restrained his smile. Then, he pretended to be
serious and said, "Don't tell others that he has a daughter...."
"I know. Leonardo is rich and powerful. He doesn't want others to pry into his private life. I definitely
won't talk about it everywhere. Besides, who else can I talk to other than you..."
At this point, Summer felt a little disappointed.
Other than Stanley, it seemed that she didn't know anyone else.
Stanley put his hand on his lips, cleared his throat and restrained his smile. Then, he pretended to be
serious and said, "Don't tell others that he has a daughter...."
"| know. Leonardo is rich and powerful. He doesn't want others to pry into his private life. | definitely
won't talk about it everywhere. Besides, who else can | talk to other than you..."
At this point, Summer felt a little disappointed.
Other than Stanley, it seemed that she didn't know anyone else.
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