Leonardo leaned against the chair and said indifferently, "Don't worry about me. Just enjoy your
dinner."
Rosie pointed out ruthlessly, "But you seem angry...."
She picked up a rib from her plate and brought it to her mouth while speaking.
The rib was passed to her by Summer just now.
It wasn't convenient for Rosie to hold the rib with a fork, so she simply grabbed it with her hand and
nibbled until her mouth was full of oil.
Leonardo glanced at her and helped her roll up her sleeve.
Rosie handed the half-eaten rib to Leonardo and said reluctantly, "The meat is delicious."
Leonardo didn't say anything and turned his head away to show his refusal.
Rosie immediately took it back and murmured, "Ask Pretty Sister to give you one."
The word "to" was omitted by her.
Leonardo corrected her, "Auntie."
Rosie followed him, "Pretty Auntie."
Summer looked at the father and daughter and couldn't help smiling.
Although Leonardo wasn't attentive enough, he was trying his best to take care of Rosie.
Rosie was really a sweetheart who judged people by their faces. She always addressed Summer with
the prefix "pretty".
When Rosie finished the rib in her hand, she looked at Summer with pure eyes while sucking her
fingers. "Pretty Auntie, give one to Dad."
The atmosphere in the room became a little awkward.
Summer knew Leonardo wasn't someone who would let others help him with the dishes.
Perhaps due to the huge gap between their roles, Summer felt it strange to have dinner with Leonardo,
let alone help him with the dishes.
"Your Dad will take whatever he wants to eat. You...."
Summer wanted to say something to relieve the awkwardness, but Leonardo said abruptly, "Rosie, I
want a rib."
Though Leonardo was talking to Rosie, Summer felt he was indeed talking to her.
The atmosphere became even weirder.
"What?" Rosie looked at her oily hands and said helplessly, "Dirty."
Stanley said all of a sudden, "Mr. Emerson, you have a good relationship with your daughter. I'm sure
you love her mother very much."
A thick haze appeared in Leonardo's eyes. He sneered. "You don't seem to have a good relationship
with Ms. Summer."
Stanley's face didn't change, but he didn't intend to back down either. "I didn't know you liked to pose
your nose into everything."
Leonardo raised his eyes. His black eyes darkened even more. "I'm no match for you."
Stanley took a deep breath. He got furious and gave Leonardo a fake laugh. "You're right."
Leonardo ignored Stanley and turned to Rosie. He didn't change his tone, but his voice was much
softer. "Are you full?"
Rosie sensed the weird vibe too. She opened her big eyes and nodded. "Yes, I'm full."
"Then let's go home." Leonardo picked her up and turned to Stanley and Summer. "Thank you for your
dinner."
After watching Leonardo leave, Summer asked Stanley with a confused look, "What happened
between you and Mr. Emerson? Did you have a grudge before?"
When Leonardo entered, they looked like they would get along well with each other.
She just went into the kitchen to get the dishes for a while. How did they end up like this?
Moreover, she had never seen Stanley talking in such a sharp tone. He must have been furious.
Stanley curved his lips and smiled. "I'm fine. Let's have dinner."
Summer could tell Stanley didn't want to go deeper into this topic.
The more he acted like this, the more Summer speculated that Stanley might have known Leonardo in
the past, or might have had a grudge with Leonardo over something.
But he didn't say, and she wouldn't ask.
Her gaze fell on Rosie's plate on which there was only an eaten rib.
Leonardo said they didn't have dinner.
Leonardo couldn't know how to cook. She had been to their home before, and it seemed that there
weren't any maids who could cook for them.
It was such a long night and Rosie couldn't do with an empty stomach.
Perhaps she could send them some food later?
No way. In that case, Stanley would be angry.
Even if Stanley didn't express it, he would feel uncomfortable in his heart.
Under this circumstance, she should be on Stanley's side.
"Why aren't you eating?"
Stanley's voice pulled back Summer's thoughts.
"I'm going to the bathroom." Summer stood up and put the phone on the dining table into her pocket.
Stanley noticed her move but didn't say anything.
Summer took her phone to the bathroom. After locking the door, she opened a takeout app.
People like Leonardo must have never ordered takeout for themselves. Perhaps he didn't even know
what takeout was.
She found a high-end restaurant, ordered a baby meal and an adult meal, and filled in Leonardo's
address before letting out a long sigh of relief.
Rosie wouldn't be hungry any more.
Leonardo brought Rosie back to their home next door.
As soon as they entered, Rosie took the initiative to take out her and Leonardo's slippers.
"This is Leonardo's, and this is Rosie's...."
Suddenly, she pulled Leonardo's pants with excitement and said, "Dad, Pretty Auntie and us.... We
could be a family!"
Leonardo was lost for words.
He bent down and picked Rosie up with one hand.
Leonardo put her on the shoe cabinet and asked seriously, "Do you hate Uncle Stanley?"
Although she didn't know why her father was so serious, Rosie put her hands behind her back like an
adult and shook her head, "Uncle Stanley said I was a good girl."
Leonardo's face darkened. "One who praises you may not be a good person."
Rosie blinked her big eyes at him. "What is a good person?"
They looked at each other for a while, and stopped as Rosie began to doze off.
Leonardo said somewhat discouraged, "Forget it."
He bathed Rosie, changed her pajamas, and put her onto the bed. Then he sat alone in the living
room, lost in thought.
It was the first time he met Stanley. Why did he hate Stanley so much?
He was angry to see Stanley and Summer sitting together.
He had thought that Stanley was disagreeable, but Rosie didn't hate him.
He trusted a toddler's intuition.
The doorbell rang.
Leonardo looked at the time. It was over ten o'clock.
Who would come so late at night?
Ever since he began taking care of Rosie himself, he felt that it was very late after ten o'clock.
He walked over and opened the door.
The delivery man handed over a bag of packaged food. "Mr. Emerson, your takeout."
Leonardo frowned. "I didn't order anything."
The delivery man said, "But this is your address. Maybe your friend ordered it for
you?"
He trusted a toddler's intuition.
The doorbell rang.
Leonardo looked at the time. It was over ten o'clock.
Who would come so late at night?
Ever since he began taking care of Rosie himself, he felt that it was very late after ten o'clock.
He walked over and opened the door.
The delivery man handed over a bag of packaged food. "Mr. Emerson, your takeout."
Leonardo frowned. "I didn't order anything."
The delivery man said, "But this is your address. Maybe your friend ordered it for
you?"
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