Leonardo returned to the room with the liquor and towel the old man had given him.
When he entered, Summer sat on the bed in a daze.
Because of the fever, she flushed and frowned. Her eyes were misty and watery.
When Leonardo entered, she frowned tensely before narrowing her eyes to recognize him.
When he approached, Summer said, "Where did you go?"
She said slowly and sounded pathetic.
Leonardo sat down beside the bed. She was wearing only one of his shirts, and he could see her
smooth and snow-white legs as soon as he lowered his head.
Due to the fever, she was dull.
Leonardo pulled the quilt over her and said in a cold voice, "Lie down."
Summer pursed her lips and refused, "No."
She was already a little delirious because of the fever. Therefore, she didn't care what Leonardo said.
She only felt that his tone was so fierce, so she definitely wouldn't do as he said.
Leonardo stared at her for a few seconds as if he could see what she was thinking. He frowned slightly
and said softly, "Lie down."
"Okay." Summer was very cooperative this time.
However, at this moment, she was delirious. Hearing Leonardo's words, she lay straight down.
Fortunately, Leonardo quickly grabbed her.
Due to the fever, she was weak. Leonardo held her by the shoulders and easily put her on the bed.
He stretched out his hand and touched her forehead. It was very hot.
Leonardo unscrewed the cap of the liquor bottle and took a look before putting it back.
Liquor could cool her down physically, but it was better to use less.
Leonardo put a wet towel on Summer's forehead, tucked the corner of her blanket, and turned around
to go downstairs.
The old man was sitting in the doorway, holding his cat with one hand, and a very long pipe in his other
hand. He was putting a few pieces of tobacco in to light it.
The kind of tobacco in his hand was home-grown, unprocessed, so the smell of tobacco was so strong
that it was a little pungent.
Leonardo frowned and walked to sit opposite the old man.
The old man gave the pipe to Leonardo and said, "Would you like some?"
"No, thanks!" Leonardo said softly.
"How is your wife?" The old man seemed to ask just casually. After taking a few drags with great
enjoyment, he asked out loud.
Leonardo looked calm, "She's fine."
"You're from the city. Why are you here?" The old man knocked out the ashes of his pipe and looked up
at Leonardo.
Leonardo answered very simply, "We've got stuff to do."
The old man could probably tell that Leonardo was a quiet person, so he didn't ask any more questions
and began to examine Leonardo up and down.
The man in front of him was very tall and handsome. The rough clothes he wore could not conceal the
noble aura around his body. He was no ordinary person at first glance.
When Summer woke up, the room was dim.
She opened her eyes and adapted herself for a while before she could vaguely see the furnishings in
the room.
Above her head were not the ceiling that she would see every morning when she woke up, but solid
wood beams and green tiles.
There were no other decorations in the room, and when she lay on the bed, she could see only a
cabinet-like object, and there was a damp smell of wood in the room.
Only then did she feel the towel covering her forehead.
The towel was half-dried by her temperature.
She remembered Leonardo had come to her!
Summer suddenly rolled over and sat up. She felt a little dizzy. After a few seconds, she got out of bed
and walked towards the door.
After opening the door, she saw the stairs. The old man's intermittent voice came from downstairs,
mixed with the voice of a young man.
Summer stood at the door and listened for a while, noticing that the old man had spoken for a long time
before the young man responded briefly.
Although it was only a brief reply, Summer could tell that it was Leonardo's voice.
She was delighted and was about to go downstairs.
After taking two steps forward, she realized that she was only wearing a shirt. She hurriedly returned to
the room and found the light switch by the door.
She flicked the switch, but no lights came on in the room.
There was a power outage.
With the heavy rain and heavy mudslides in the past few days, it was reasonable for the power to go
out.
There weren't many things in the room. After fumbling around, she found nothing.
Summer could only return to her bed and wait for Leonardo to come up.
Fortunately, Leonardo came to her soon.
After sitting on the bed for less than ten minutes, she heard footsteps coming upstairs.
She could tell by the steady pace that it was Leonardo.
Sure enough, after a while, Leonardo pushed open the door and entered. He held a candle in one hand
and Summer's clothes in the other.
The orange-colored candlelight lit up the dark room. Summer raised her head and saw Leonardo's
face.
She cried out in surprise, "Leonardo!"
Leonardo did not say anything. He held the candle and walked to the bedside. After putting the clothes
in his hand on the bed, he reached out to touch her forehead.
After confirming that her forehead wasn't as hot as before, he stood up.
Only then did Summer notice the clothes Leonardo was wearing.
He was dressed in military green overalls, somewhat similar to the clothes worn by people in the 1990s
on TV.
However, Leonardo was outstanding. Even if he wore a rag, he still looked noble.
Leonardo lowered his head. Seeing that Summer was staring at him, he frowned slightly and said, "Put
it on."
Summer reached out and brought the clothes over. Smelling the smell of smoke, she guessed that
Leonardo must be the one who had helped her dry the clothes.
After all, there was no dryer here.
Summer looked at her clothes and then at Leonardo, "Turn around."
Leonardo raised his eyebrows at her, "When you begged me to bath you, I saw everything."
At this time, Leonardo added, "Nothing attractive."
Summer pursed her lips, glared at him, lifted the blanket and began to change clothes.
Leonardo was staring at her all the time.
Summer felt the temperature s had risen around her.
Being watched by Leonardo as she changed her clothes, she felt her face was burning.
Summer felt a leopard can't change its spots. No matter what happened to his memories, he was still
shameless.
She got out of bed and looked at him provocatively, "You should be responsible for me."
Leonardo snorted coldly, "Because of you, I'm trapped here now. You also should be responsible for
me. Do you know how much work the Emerson Group will pile up if I stay here for another day?"
Those touches in Summer's were washed away in an instant by his words.
She gritted her teeth and said angrily, "Then why did you come?"
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