Leonardo looked down at Rosie. Rosie was wearing a white skirt with light green flower pattern on it
today. Her skin was fair, and she looked healthy and full of vitality.
Leonardo reached out and stroked her head, saying, "Don't worry about Mom. I'm with her."
Rosie lowered her head and said, "OK...."
Summer settled in Leonardo's villa just like that. Leonardo stayed with her every day. He would wake
up at a fixed time in the morning and push her wheelchair out to take her for a walk after dinner.
Sometimes, Rosie was with them. However, as Rosie had problem getting up, they would take a walk
alone.
Summer became quieter and quieter, and she did not speak much, mainly because she had nothing to
say. Leonardo wasn't a talkative person, so when she didn't want to speak, Leonardo naturally wouldn't
say anything. Most of the time, they stayed together in silence.
After lunch, Leonardo would take Summer back to her room to take a nap. When Summer fell asleep,
Leonardo would go to the study to work. Then, Tim would come over to deliver some documents to
Leonardo.
This routine didn't change for three days.
At noon on the fourth day, Leonardo took Summer back to her room to take a nap as usual. Summer
lay on the bed, opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling for a while before closing her eyes slowly.
She was thinking about something in her heart. Actually, she wasn't sleepy, so she didn't fall asleep.
She just kept her eyes closed. When someone closed his eyes, his hearing would be much better.
Leonardo did not go out immediately. He sat by the bed and did not make a sound.
If it was not for the fact that she hadn't heard the sound of the door opening, Summer would have
thought he had already left.
Summer closed her eyes and listened to everything around her carefully. After a long while, when
Summer almost fell asleep, she finally heard something beside the bed. Then, she heard the door open
and close.
Summer opened her eyes. Leonardo was no longer beside the bed, and the door was closed. She
turned around and looked to the bedside. The wheelchair was still there.
Although Leonardo said he could support her to walk, Summer would sometimes insist on taking a
wheelchair. Every time she took a wheelchair, Leonardo would be unhappy.
Summer struggled to straighten her upper body and stretched out her hand. It took her a lot of effort to
reach the wheelchair.
As her legs were weak, even such an easy move became much more complicated and difficult for her.
By the time she finally pulled the wheelchair over, Summer was already sweating profusely.
It was not easy to get into the wheelchair for her, but it was not that hard.
Thanks to the strength of her waist, she finally sat in the wheelchair. She let out a sigh of relief and
wheeled the chair towards the door.
After Summer came back, almost all the floors in the house were carpeted. It was a little difficult for a
wheelchair to move on the carpet, but it was quiet.
Summer wheeled the chair to the stairs, and looked up to the clock on the wall. It was almost two
o'clock.
It was only twelve o'clock when she finished dinner, and it turned out that it had taken her so long to get
into a wheelchair.
Tim would come at a fixed time every day. Leonardo usually returned to his room at three o'clock. In
other words, Tim should be coming out soon.
As before, the servants would not go upstairs without Leonardo's permission. Summer sat in a
wheelchair and waited alone at the stairs for Tim to come out.
At about two o'clock, the door of the study was opened from inside.
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