Hearing her words, Leonardo was not angry. Instead, he said seriously, "I can't take care of myself.
Can I share the same room with you?"
Summer was shocked by his words.
It was as if he could make his life untenable if she said "yes".
Summer didn't want to talk to him anymore. She walked over to tidy up Rosie's toys and took them to
Rosie's room.
She didn't want to reason with him, as it was futile.
Sometimes he was even childish.
So, Leonardo lived in the house rented by Summer.
When he went to work the next morning, he left with his suitcase, and when he came back at night, he
brought another suitcase with him.
Shoes, towels, ties... all his stuff.
In the shoe cabinet at the entrance, Summer's shoes were placed on the upper floors, and Leonardo's
shoes were placed on the lower two floors.
Leonardo's shoes and suit looked basically the same, but Summer knew that these were not of the
same type. Each pair of shoes was different.
The suits were of the same brand, but not the same style.
Only the style of the tie could be distinguished clearly. After all, the color and stripes were different.
There were a lot of men's items in the bathroom, too.
The bathroom was not big, and it was just enough to put Summer and Rosie's stuff. Together with the
daily necessities of an adult, it seemed too crowded.
Summer watched as Leonardo tidied up his belongings in an orderly manner. He looked like a husband
who had returned from a business trip and rearranged his stuff in the house.
Although this "home" was only Summer's rented house.
Summer didn't help him and just watched him from the side.
Actually, the weather was already a little cold, but Leonardo took off his coat as soon as he entered the
room. He wore only a blue shirt. The cuff links had been removed, and he rolled up his sleeves to his
forearms. He calmly tidied up his shoes and cleaned up his things.
There was a knock on the door.
Summer glanced at Leonardo and turned to open the door.
The door opened and two men in uniforms carried a large carton outside. "Hello, are you Mrs.
Emerson? This is Mr. Emerson's desk. Please sign for it."
Summer was stupefied.
She didn't know if she should go in and praise Leonardo for preparing the desk or sign it first.
She took a deep breath and looked into the room. She happened to see Leonardo coming out of the
bathroom.
Summer withdrew her gaze and lowered her head to sign.
"Mrs. Emerson, where should we put the desk?" The workers brought the desk in.
Leonardo heard them and walked out. He pointed to the floor-to-ceiling window and said, "Put it over
there."
Summer raised her eyebrows and said coldly, "You have already thought it over."
"Yes." Leonardo did not care what Summer said. His expression remained unchanged as he said, "Put
my desk on this side, and leave you and Rosie the other side."
He said naturally as if he really treated this place as home.
Summer could not say anything, so she went to the side to watch the workers install his desk.
Perhaps Leonardo had considered that the house wasn't very big, even though the desk was equipped
with bookshelves, it didn't take up much space.
This house was an old one. Although the decoration was exquisite, the layout was very simple. The
living room was spacious. Compared to some new houses, the living room was way too big.
Coincidentally, there was a small empty space. Summer had wanted to put a desk before, but she
didn't expect that Leonardo would buy one first.
The worker put up the desk and left.
They had just left when someone knocked on the door again.
Summer stood where she was and did not move, "Go and open the door."
Leonardo didn't say anything and directly walked over to open the door.
Tim stood outside the door with a carton in his hand, "Mr. Emerson, these are the materials you asked
me to send over."
Earlier, when Tim was off work, Leonardo suddenly asked him to arrange the documents that had not
been processed recently and send them to Summer's house.
Along the way, Tim felt extremely uneasy. Mr. Emerson actually asked him to send the documents to
Mrs. Emerson?
This meant that Mr. and Mrs. Emerson had become intimate again, and they lived together!
Before Leonardo could reach out to pick up the carton, Tim immediately said, "Mr. Emerson, let me
bring it in for you."
Actually, he really wanted to know what had happened between Mr. and Mrs. Emerson.
Leonardo refused, "No."
"Really?" Tim hugged the carton and didn't let go, his expression a little reluctant.
Perhaps it was because he was middle-aged and had experienced a divorce and remarried not long
ago, Tim was especially concerned about Leonardo and Summer.
He divorced his wife three years ago, but after being driven out of the Emerson Group by Kate, he
remarried his ex-wife.
He was especially satisfied with his current life, and what he was most worried about was Leonardo
regaining his memories.
Summer saw Leonardo didn't come back after opening the door, so she curiously stood up and walked
over.
As soon as she walked over, she saw Tim handing a carton to Leonardo.
When Tim saw Summer, he was pretty excited, "Mrs. Emerson!"
Summer asked, "You came here to send the documents?"
"Yes!" Tim nodded.
Summer smiled and said what Tim wanted to hear most, "Come in and take a seat."
"Alright..."
"Tim, don't you need to go home to be with your child? It's important for parents to be with children,
especially..." Leonardo's voice sounded when Tim was about to enter the hall.
Leonardo suddenly paused and raised his eyebrows. "You've been quarreling with your wife recently."
"Mr. Emerson... how did you know that?" Tim was stunned for a moment.
Leonardo had never asked about his personal affairs, how could he know that he had quarreled with
his wife?
Leonardo's gaze fell on his suit, "Your suit these days is not as smooth as before."
Tim looked down at his suit. Before he got divorced and after he remarried, the ironing was all done by
his wife. He was not good at that.
These days, he had indeed quarreled with his wife.
His wife went out with her best friend to have fun. He had to take care of the child and iron his own suit.
These were all trivial matters. After being with his wife for so many years, he felt it was also interesting
to make small quarrels.
The meaning behind Leonardo's words was that he didn't want him to enter.
Actually, Tim was curious for a moment and said tactfully, "Then I'll go back first."
As Tim left, Leonardo immediately closed the door.
He turned around and found Summer was looking at him, "Why don't you let Tim in?"
"Nothing." After Leonardo finished speaking, he walked around Summer and walked towards the
desk.
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