Seeing the rag doll on the bed, Leonardo put it into Rosie's arms, then pulled Summer into the
bathroom and locked the door.
Leonardo did it smoothly.
Before Summer could react, she had already been in the bathroom.
"I read in the newspaper that you had a car accident, are you alright?" Summer's eyes patrolled his
body worriedly.
It looked like he was fine since he was still in the mood for jokes.
Leonardo's eyes darkened slightly. Without answering her question, he held her waist with one hand
and her neck with the other, then kissed her passionately.
After a long time, when Summer felt her lips numb, Leonardo loosened his hand slightly and
straightened up with reluctance.
He still held her in his arms.
"Did you miss me?" His voice was hoarse after the hot kiss.
Summer shrunk her neck and struggled a little, but Leonardo hugged her even more tightly.
Summer became still in his arms. After a moment of silence, she said softly, "Rosie missed you very
much."
"What about you?" Leonardo asked stubbornly.
Summer pursed her lips and replied, "Yes."
Immediately, she felt the subtle change of the man's breath after her answer.
Before Leonardo could speak, she asked him, "How did you get in?"
Leonardo frowned seriously, unsatisfied with Summer's answer.
Even so, he still answered her question, only perfunctorily.
"Through the window." He touched Summer's face as he spoke with a careless tone.
Hearing this, Summer noticed a thin rope around his waist with hooks at each end.
She guessed he must have climbed up by the help of the rope.
It looked like a simple rope, but Leonardo had someone to help him up.
Summer's face changed instantly, "This is the third floor!"
Leonardo snorted slightly at her words, "Only third floor. It's a piece of cake for me even if it's on the
thirtieth floor."
His arrogance, bordering conceit, mixed with a touch of complacency, was a little childish.
Although arrogant and conceited, Leonardo always had the power to make her believe that he would
never break his promise.
He deserved to be arrogant and conceited.
He was powerful not for the Emerson Group, not for the family, but only for himself. He was Leonardo
Emerson.
The passion and fortitude that flew in his veins would never be defeated by time.
But what Summer had to do was to cool him down.
His powerfulness shouldn't be manifested through climbing into her apartment.
Summer gave a forced smiled because of rage, "Leonardo, you are being proud of yourself? What if
you fell and hurt yourself?"
Leonardo paused from surprise, "Aren't you moved?"
"Moved?" Summer said angrily, "Then next time I'll go climb to the third floor to see you. Will you be
moved?"
As soon as Summer finished, Leonardo scolded with a dark face, "You dare!"
Summer shrunk her shoulders innocently.
Leonardo seized her chin and kissed her fiercely. Summer felt his grumpiness filling the rough kiss.
She was moved but wouldn't tell him.
She was afraid that he would be encouraged to do it again.
After Leonardo enjoyed enough kissing, he took a step back and observed Summer carefully. His eyes
shifted around her for a while, then he said, "Did Connel make you any trouble?"
"He didn't." Thinking of Leonardo had no idea that Connel was Stanley, she hurriedly told him,
"Actually, Connel is Stanley."
But Leonardo only paused for a moment, didn't show any surprise.
Summer asked him, "Why aren't you surprised at all?"
"I've got some information in the past few days, but I haven't had any time to confirm my guess."
"What about the car accident? I was completely cut off from the outside world in the villa. I knew
nothing until today Stanley showed me the newspaper. And I think Stanley might have been involved in
the car accident."
"How can I slip in to see you without the 'accident' to relax Stanley's vigilance?" Leonardo said jokingly.
Summer pursed her lips, threw a scolding glance at him, and then turned to open the bathroom door,
and walked out.
Leonardo followed closely behind.
Rosie was already asleep with the doll in her arms, cuddling on the soft quilt.
Fortunately, the heating worked well. Otherwise, the little girl would catch a cold sleeping like this.
Just as Summer was about to pick Rosie up, Leonardo stepped forward with his long legs and picked
up Rosie effortlessly.
Half-asleep, Rosie opened her eyes to look at Leonardo blankly.
Leonardo's heart softened. He patted her back and whispered, "Daddy is here."
Rosie blinked her eyes as if to make sure it was the real dad, then fell back into sound sleep.
Summer looked at Leonardo in astonishment. She had never seen him so tender.
Leonardo turned around and noticed Summer's stare, he reminded her, "The quilt."
Summer came back to her senses and pulled up the quilt to let him put Rosie in.
Leonardo put Rosie down, and Summer covered Rosie nicely with the quilt. Leonardo suddenly
pinched Rosie's cheek and said with seeming dissatisfaction, "She got fatter."
Summer patted his hand away, "This is called baby fat."
Rosie was rather chubby, but Summer felt it was just fine.
A little thinner would make her too small, a little fatter was not healthy. Now she was just fine.
Summer walked over to the window and looked outside. It was pitch black seen from the third floor.
She imagined how Leonardo had climbed up, frowned heavily without words.
Leonardo walked to her and said in a deep voice, "Stanley's foster father passed away half a month
ago."
Summer raised her head with surprise, "When I left his villa, I saw an old man coming there to look for
him. Could that be his foster father?"
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