Summer sneered, "From your point of view, I look at another man because I have feelings for him,
right?"
Leonardo's expression was even colder than hers. "At least Stanley has feelings for you."
"How many times do you want me to tell you? Stanley and I are innocent!" Summer was so angry that
her voice suddenly grew louder.
"When you were still having amnesia, you lived with Stanley in the same room. A man and a woman
stay alone...."
Before Summer got angry, Leonardo clenched his fists and looked like he was about to vent his anger.
Summer was astonished. She was shocked that Leonardo was angry at this matter.
However, she had explained it to Leonardo more than once, but Leonardo was still angry at it. He even
tested her.
Leonardo was irritated, so was Summer. It was impossible for her to back down again and again.
Summer took a deep breath and said, trying to keep his fury under control, "Do you mind that now?
You think I have an affair with Stanley. Do you have an affair with Amber? In the past three years, I had
been lying on the hospital bed. However, you and Amber were a couple about to get married. In Hoover
City, was there anyone who didn't know that Amber was your fiancée?"
As she spoke, her tone got colder. She once had ill feeling, but because of Leonardo's attitude, she
trusted Leonardo.
When Summer visited Jessica on the set, the media dug out Leonardo's engagement with Amber and
called Summer a home wrecker. She was made a trending topic.
Leonardo settled this matter, and she did not feel angry at that time. However, what Leonardo did this
time angered Summer.
In the past, she didn't feel angry or thought it a big deal. Now she thought of it, she felt that it was
somewhat unbearable.
If a couple wanted to keep living together, they had to work hard to keep running into each other.
However, if they wanted to sabotage their relationship, it would be too easy. Just one of them pulled out
a knife, and it would be enough to destroy a relationship that they had worked so hard to maintain. This
time, Leonardo was the one who pulled out a knife first.
Summer knew that Leonardo was narrow-minded. In the past, she would have given in and pleased
him. However, backing down and pleasing could not be used to maintain their relationship frequently.
If this continued, backing down and pleasing might become a part of their life. In the past few days,
although they seemed to be in harmony, they were having many problems. Those problems seemed to
have found a way out, and they all came out in a fierce manner.
Leonardo stared at Summer. He was pursing his lips tightly as if he was restraining something.
After an unknown time, he sneered angrily, "You know what was going on between Amber and me,
don't you?"
Summer retorted, "You know what was going on between Stanley and me, don't you?"
"I didn't know, but I know now!" Leonardo snorted.
His snort sounded exceptionally frightening.
Summer stood up with rage and pointed at the door. "Get out!"
Leonardo narrowed his eyes, "Are you driving me away?"
Just as Summer was about to speak, she thought of that Rosie was still sleeping inside. She lowered
her voice and said, "Looks like you have normal hearing!"
Leonardo's clenched fists loosened, tightened, and loosened again, and he stood up suddenly and
turned around to stride out. The door was slammed close.
Summer heard an ear-piercing door slam. The room returned to silence in an instant.
Summer took a deep breath and paused for a few seconds before turning to look in the direction of the
door. There was no one else in the room except her. Leonardo left.
Summer fell back onto the sofa and reached out to rub her forehead. After a while, she stood up and
walked towards the kitchen. Leonardo had left, but she and Rosie still needed to have dinner.
However, when she was cooking, she was a little absent-minded and cut her fingers.
Summer covered her wound tightly, and extended her finger under the water faucet and washed it with
somewhat frustration. And then she went to find a Band-Aid.
The wound was a little deep, and it was still a little painful with a Band-Aid.
Summer was annoyed. She cut the food randomly and put it into the pot.
When she finished cooking, Rosie woke up.
Rosie rubbed her eyes and sat obediently at the dining table. She looked at Summer and then at the
seat next to her.
Summer made up an excuse, "Your dad went to work overtime in the company."
"OK." Rosie believed it because Leonardo often worked overtime.
Rosie nodded and ate her meal with a spoon.
She just put the food in her mouth and chewed it for a while, then spat it back into the bowl with a
scrunched-up face. She shouted, "It's so salty."
Summer hurriedly poured a glass of water for Rosie and tasted the dishes herself.
She had just cooked the meal and served Rosie the meal, but she had not tasted it yet.
She tasted it and immediately spat it out. It was bitterly salty.
Rosie drank a large glass of water. She blinked her eyes and looked at Summer. She said, "It's salty,
isn't it?"
"Yes." Summer put down her chopsticks and said, "Let's go out for dinner."
Rosie happily clapped her hands and said, "That's good."
Fortunately, it wasn't too late. Summer let Rosie put on a coat and was about to take the latter out.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw Leonardo standing by the door.
He was still wearing suit trousers and a shirt. He put one of his hand into the pocket of the trousers,
and held a cigarette in the other. He was leaning against the wall with a leg slightly flexed. The scene
looked like a pleasant picture.
Summer thought that he had forgotten to get his coat when he went out.
Hearing the door opening, Leonardo turned around. He glanced at Summer and subconsciously put the
cigarette out.
Rosie ran out happily and pulled Leonardo's hand. She looked up at him and said, "Daddy!"
But she quickly frowned in disgust, "It stinks."
She was talking about the smell of smoke on Leonardo.
Summer inadvertently glanced at the pile of ashes on the ground and countless cigarette butts.
Leonardo said expressionlessly, "I come back for my coat."
After he finished speaking, he entered the room.
Summer glanced at the cigarette butts on the ground again, wondering if Leonardo came back to get
his coat or if he did not leave at all?
She relented for a moment. But very quickly, she became firm again. When Leonardo came out with his
coat, Summer said faintly, "Please pick up the cigarette butts at the door before you leave."
She was satisfied when she saw Leonardo's expressionless face froze for a moment. Then, she led
Rosie out and said, "We're leaving."
"What about Dad?"
"He's not hungry. Cigarettes are his food."
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