Summer asked Rosie, "Where did you come from?"
"Upstairs," Rosie said, pointing at the ceiling.
Summer had noticed that the stairs in the villa were high and long. Hearing Rosie's words, she turned
to look at Leonardo.
Leonardo saw Summer staring at him with a look of condemnation. He frowned and took out a piece of
candy from nowhere and handed it to Rosie.
Then, he said gently, "You reward."
Rosie took the candy happily. Unable to open it after two attempts, she pressed it into Leonardo's hand.
"Daddy, open it for me," she said sweetly.
Leonardo tore open the sweet wrapper and put it into Rosie's mouth.
With the candy in her mouth, Rosie ran away contentedly.
Since Rosie had already discovered it, Leonardo swaggered in and asked Summer, "Did you cook
before?"
Summer glanced at him and said coldly, "I don't know."
She had lost her memory. How could she remember the past?
Leonardo choked on her answer.
Summer thought for a while and asked him, "You really don't remember anything?"
"Or what?" Leonardo looked unpleasant at the mentioning of it, a trace of sinister aura faintly appearing
between his eyebrows.
But it was strange that Summer did not fear him. Instead, she sighed with emotion that they were
sharing weal and woe.
"I had an accident three years ago, and you lost your memory three years ago. So, we might have
encountered the same accident?" Summer said while cutting vegetables.
Stanley's identity as "fiancé" was faked, and everything he had told her earlier had to be overturned.
Leonardo didn't comment. "Check it, and you will know."
Summer stopped cutting and looked up at him.
Leonardo was wealthy and powerful. Even though it happened three years ago, it would be easy for
him to investigate it.
Stanley was right. Her agreeing to Leonardo's conditions did more good than harm.
She could accompany Rosie and remembered her past.
Summer did not say anything more.
Leonardo was well-versed in this matter, so there was no need for her to talk more.
Leonardo seemed to find it interesting and stayed in the kitchen, watching her cooking.
Summer almost bumped into him when she picked up the plate. She snapped, "Don't get in my way."
Leonardo crossed his arms and said, "It's my house. I can stay where I want."
What an unreasonable tone!
Seeing he was bored, Summer didn't bother to talk to him.
An hour later, Summer finished her cooking.
When the food was at the dining table, Leonardo found three or four plates filled with pleasing and
delicious dishes.
Without a doubt, they were all for Rosie.
The remaining two dishes and a pot of soup were probably for Summer and him.
Leonardo put his chopsticks aside and said, "Summer!"
"Yes?" Summer answered absent-mindedly as she picked up food for Rosie with a smile, "Come and
try if this is delicious. It's a 'little rabbit', right?"
Leonardo stretched out his hand and pressed his fingers on his forehead. His voice was filled with
anger. "Is there no food material in the fridge, or do you think I'm going bankrupt? Is it poor that we can
only have two dishes?"
Summer did not look up and said indifferently, "If you don't want to eat, let the servant cook. Nobody
forces you to eat it."
Leonardo frowned at her words. Before he could speak, a servant came over and whispered,
"Assistant Tim is here."
Leonardo glanced at Summer and snorted as he stood up and left.
After he left, Summer looked up at the direction he headed.
This man didn't seem to be that scary.
In the study.
Tim brought his man here, with a large pile of documents in his arms, waiting for Leonardo.
When Leonardo arrived, he was shocked at the sight of those huge files.
He had instructed Tim to sort out what happened to him before, so did the things between Summer and
him.
But he didn't expect to see so many files.
Leonardo stretched out his hand and tapped on the files. "Is it all here?" he said.
Tim said respectfully, "This is only the important part. If more details are required, I may need more
time to sort them out."
Leonardo casually flipped through two pages and said, "I see."
After Tim left, Leonardo began to read the files in the study.
The information on the files was unimaginable, as if he was reading others' affairs.
Could he be so bored that he pretended to be his cousin to cheat Summer?
Also, this Summer was so bored as to dress up as an ugly woman?
Without doing that, she still looked plain, but just a bit more pleasing to the eye than other women.
Leonardo kept reading in the study.
In the restaurant downstairs.
Rosie was full and went to play. Summer was surprised that Leonardo didn't come down for dinner.
Was Leonardo not hungry?
Could he be petty?
Summer found a servant and asked, "Where is Leonardo?"
The servant said respectfully, "Mr. Emerson is in the study."
Summer hesitated for a moment before going upstairs for Leonardo.
She walked to the door of the study and knocked on it.
After a long time, the man's deep voice came from inside, "What's the matter?"
Summer said, "It's me."
The next moment, heavy footsteps sounded in the room. Then, the door was opened from inside.
Leonardo stood at the door without any intention of letting her in. He only asked indifferently, "What's
up?"
Summer asked tentatively, "Aren't you going to eat?"
Leonardo seemed to think for a few seconds and said, "Cook me a bowl of beef noodles."
"Beef noodles?" Was he ordering her to cook noodles for him?
As if he recalled something, Leonardo added, "Spicy."
With that, he pointed at Summer with his chin, indicating that she could go down.
Summer subconsciously pivoted around to go downstairs and turned around sharply. "Leonardo, what
do you think I am? I am willing to cook for Rosie, but why should I cook for you?"
"Didn't you ask me to investigate the past? Do you want to see it?" Leonardo retreated a little to the
side, and the pile of files in the study appeared in Summer's line of sight.
Summer asked, "What are those?"
Leonardo curved his lips into an indescribable evil smile. "The things you want to see."
Without saying a word, Summer took a deep breath and went downstairs to the kitchen, cooking
noodles for Leonardo.
To her surprise, someone as cold as Leonardo liked spicy food.
Summer wanted to put a handful of super spicy peppers into the bowl, but after thinking for a while, she
decided not to.
She went upstairs with a bowl of noodles and placed it in front of Leonardo reluctantly. "Your noodles."
Leonardo didn't say anything and sat down to eat.
He froze after taking a bite.
It was a familiar taste.
He couldn't help turning to look at Summer.
Summer was flipping through the files. After seeing the contents of the first page, she turned to look at
Leonardo and said, "Childish."
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