Before Carl could finish, he let out a miserable scream, as Jessica kicked him again.
Jessica kicked him harder than ever, so Carl couldn't help but let out a scream.
Carl hugged his feet and hopped up in circles. Jessica raised her chin and glared at him, "Who's
stupid?"
Carl endured the pain in his feet and calmly replied, "I'm stupid, my lady."
Jessica sneered. She turned around and leaned her ear against the door, eavesdropping what was
going on inside.
However, the room was effectively soundproof, and Jessica did not hear anything. She could only turn
around and left with disappointment.
In the room.
After Jessica and Carl left, the room suddenly became quiet.
Summer thought she was embarrassed enough when Jessica and Carl were here. But to her surprise,
she would be even more embarrassed after they left.
Not only did she not know what to say, she did not even know what to do.
Leonardo looked calm as he ate slowly.
Suddenly, Leonardo asked, "Is your cooking always so good?"
Summer was a little surprised that Leonardo would praise her cooking skills so generously.
However, people who could cook usually felt a sense of crisis when they were praised for their cooking
skills.
Because, once someone praised you for your cooking skills, it meant that the person who praised had
the intention to keep you cooking.
Summer didn't know how to answer this question, so she said, "I always cook."
Leonardo did not say anything else and continued eating.
Summer had some food with Jessica and Carl, so she did not feel hungry anymore.
She slowly picked up the food and ate it. She felt that the food was getting cold.
She stood up and said, "I'll heat the dishes up. It's getting a little cold."
Leonardo didn't look up and said, "No necessary."
He still ate slowly.
Other than onions, Leonardo ate everything. In a sense, he was not a picky eater.
There were so many servants in his house, and the cooks were professionals. Summer did not think
that her cooking skills were that shocking.
However, it seemed that Leonardo liked the food she cooked very much as he did in the past.
"Why do you like my cooking?" Summer asked as she thought this.
"Guess." Leonardo said seriously.
Summer didn't know why.
Summer didn't bother to guess. She stood up and put away the tableware that Jessica and Carl had
used before, and then sit down in front of Leonardo.
Leonardo's picking of dishes was very regular. He picked all the dishes in order.
Therefore, it was not easy to tell which dish he preferred.
What a thoughtful man.
Summer thought happily. This thoughtful man was fathomable in front of her.
Suddenly, Leonardo opposite her looked up at her and said, "Can I have a meal in peace?"
"What?" Summer did not know why he suddenly said so.
"Even if you're looking forward to my staying overnight tonight, you have to let me have enough food
first. Am I right?" When he said the last three words, his tone was very light.
He said such frivolous words with a serious expression.
Summer was sure that Leonardo did it on purpose.
Did Leonardo find any fun after flirting with her?
Was that why he kept talking like this?
"Take your time." After Summer finished speaking, she stood up, turned around and returned to her
room.
Hearing the sound of the door slamming shut, Leonardo put down the chopsticks in his hand and
looked at the tightly closed door.
He found Summer, the woman who wanted to remarry him, was quite interesting.
He couldn't tell what was interesting about her.
He was just willing to talk more with her, feeling that the food she cooked was exceptionally delicious.
When she came to him, he couldn't help but want to tease her. If she didn't come to him, he would be a
little angry and lost.
He felt that he became a little strange because Summer had been pestering him all this time.
Summer walked around in her bedroom.
After an unknown amount of time, Summer heard a message alert tone on her phone.
Summer picked up her phone and tapped on the text message. The first thing she saw was a list of
dishes.
At the end of the text message, it said "This is the menu for tomorrow night. I'll come at 8 o'clock."
Summer pulled a wry face at Leonardo's overbearing tone.
Summer thought back carefully and thought of that they got closer because Leonardo loved to eat the
food she cooked.
No matter what, this was a good sign.
Leonardo did not reject her. She also had the patience to work slowly with Leonardo.
With this in mind, Summer became exceptionally happy.
She texted Leonardo, "Don't be late. Otherwise, I'll take all the dishes to feed the stray dogs."
Leonardo had just entered the elevator.
He sneered when he received Summer's text message.
A woman would reach out for a yard after taking an inch.
It was rare for him to be the mood for replying, "You can have a try."
When Summer received Leonardo's message, she imagined the kind of expression Leonardo was
having.
He must be expressionless and indifferent.
Summer did not reply to Leonardo's text message and put down her phone. She opened the door and
went out to see the empty living room.
The dining room was connected to the living room. No one was at the dining table, but there was some
tableware which Leonardo had used.
The tableware was arranged perfectly. It was Leonardo's unique habit. After dinner, he would arrange
the tableware perfectly.
He had sent her a menu and would come here for dinner tomorrow night. Did he treat her house as a
restaurant?
Summer hummed while cleaning the tableware.
The next morning, Summer was woken up by Rosie.
Rosie knocked on the door outside and said, "Mom."
Summer looked at the time. It was already seven o'clock in the morning.
Last night, she had dreamt intermittently for an entire night, and she fell asleep after midnight.
"I'm here." Summer got out of bed and opened the door.
Rosie's hair was messy on her head. She stood at the door and said softly, "Mom, I'm hungry..."
"I'll make breakfast for you now, OK?" Summer picked Rosie up and walked to the bathroom, "But
before breakfast, we have to wash our faces and brush our teeth."
Summer freshened up with Rosie and opened a carton of yogurt for the latter before making breakfast.
Summer fried the eggs and heated up a few snacks.
When they were having breakfast, Rosie seemed to think of something. She pointed to the chair beside
them and asked, "Where is Aunt Jessica?"
Rosie was still thinking about Jessica and Carl.
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