Knowing that Douglas was coming back, Summer was happy in the afternoon.
In a good mood, she was nice to Leonardo. She even took out photos of Douglas for Rosie to see.
Leonardo watched Summer's reaction and found that she was truly delighted that Douglas was coming
back.
In the evening, Summer began to ask Leonardo, "Has Douglas gotten off? When will you send people
to pick him up? Do you remember the exact time? It's late now."
Leonardo said in a gentle tone, "Take your time. I've send someone to the airport. We are not late."
Summer felt relieved and nodded, "Then I should cook for Douglas. He used to enjoy my cooking."
Although Summer had told the kitchen to prepare the dinner, she wanted to cook for Douglas for he
seldom came back.
Leonardo also enjoyed her cooking. However, ever since Summer came back from the hospital, she
hadn't offered to cook for Leonardo. Leonardo cared about her health and he didn't find it necessary to
let her cook. But he was jealous when she was going to cook for Douglas.
Leonardo stopped Summer, "You don't need to cook. There are plenty of servants at home. What
they've cooked is enough for him."
"I don't think so. Everyone cooks differently. Do the servants cook better than me? Even if they are
better, what I cooked is unique."
Summer was about to go to the kitchen after making it clear, but Leonardo didn't let her go.
Summer's eyebrow furrowed. Apparently, she was annoyed, but Leonardo didn't want to give up, even
if he understood why she insisted in cooking by herself.
Leonardo said in a measured tone, "No."
Summer was unhappy, "Leonardo, get out of the way."
Leonardo refused and even intended to roll her wheelchair back. Summer quickly pressed the brakes
to prevent Leonardo from rolling her wheelchair.
"I'm dying. Can't you just let me do what I want? I just want to cook for Douglas. I know I cannot walk
now, but I can cook."
As Summer cried, she almost was breathless. She was in such a bad condition that she didn't even
have the strength to talk loudly.
Leonardo looked horrible after hearing what she had said. The air between them became cold and
hostile.
"I told you not to say that again." Leonardo didn't want to hear that she was dying. It was impossible for
him to let Summer die. He would rather kill himself than let her die.
"Then let me go to the kitchen." Summer looked up at him. Leonardo couldn't feel anything in her eyes.
She was completely cold.
"No way!" Leonardo answered without hesitation.
Summer took a deep breath and wanted to say something, but she glimpsed Rosie, who was hiding
behind a chair not far away.
Summer froze with a panicked look. She would be the last person that wanted Rosie to see her fighting
with Leonardo. Nevertheless, Rosie still saw it.
"Rosie." Summer called her in a concerned tone.
Rosie looked miserable. Obviously, she had heard the conversation between Leonardo and Summer
just now.
She walked over and asked, "What is dying?"
Summer froze with a panicked look. She would be the last person that wanted Rosie to see her fighting
with Leonardo. Nevertheless, Rosie still saw It.
"Rosie." Summer called her in a concerned tone.
Rosie looked miserable. Obviously, she had heard the conversation between Leonardo and Summer
just now.
She walked over and asked, "What is dying?"
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