Rosie widened her bright eyes and looked like she had been tricked, "Didn't you promise me that you
wouldn't tell Mom?"
Leonardo thought for a moment and said, "Did I?"
"Yes, you did!" Rosie stamped her foot with anxiety, "I said that I would behave well, and you wouldn't
tell Mom about that!"
"I remember..." Leonardo seemed to recall it finally. He bent down slightly and looked at Rosie's eyes,
"But did I agree to it at that time?"
"You said you would say how I behave. Doesn't that mean you have agreed?" Rosie pursed her lips in
anger.
Rosie was a delicate and pretty girl. Even when she was angry, she was still adorable.
Leonardo stifled his laughter and pretended to be serious, "Just as you said, I only said to see how you
behave."
Rosie was about to cry. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and said angrily, "I hate you."
Then she was going to run away. Leonardo quickly grabbed her and picked her up.
Rosie struggled in his arms, "Let go of me! Leonoodle, put me down!"
Although Rosie could now clearly pronounce "Leonardo", she would still call him "Leonoodle" when she
was angry. This was Rosie's special way of calling her dad.
Up to this day, Summer and Rosie were the only ones who dared to challenge Leonardo’s authority.
Rosie lived with Leonardo until she was three years old.
But at that time, Leonardo brought Rosie with him just because she was his daughter.
Later, Summer came back. Leonardo recalled what had happened before. From then on, to Leonardo,
Rosie was the daughter of Summer and him.
What Rosie meant to him was not "a daughter", but "the daughter for Summer and him".
He had never been loved by his father when he was young, so he didn't know how to love his child.
The first time he was stunned by the invisible emotional bond between father and daughter was when
Summer and Rosie were captured by Stanley and he went to look for them.
At that time, his daughter, a brave and clever little girl touched his heart.
They were not only related by blood, but also by heart. They could spend time with each other and
share happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy.
This intimate bond was wonderful.
Rosie was not strong enough to break free from Leonardo's arms. Leonardo reached out and patted
her back, "Don't worry. Mom isn't angry."
Rosie, who had been struggling, suddenly calmed down. Her eyes brightened, "She isn't angry?"
Leonardo nodded seriously, "No."
Rosie wiped her face and looked at him with disdain, "Why don't you tell me earlier? Put me down right
now!"
"Would you still call me Leonoodle?" Leonardo raised his head slightly and looked down on Rosie's
face.
Rosie hurriedly shook her head with a sincere expression on her face, "I won't do it anymore."
When she was placed on the ground by Leonardo, she made a grimace at Leonardo and called him,
"Leonoodle." Then she quickly ran away.
Leonardo narrowed his eyes and finally sneered, "Little brat!"
Summer had been looking out from the living room. She was curious about what Rosie and Leonardo
had said. When Summer faintly heard Rosie say something angrily, she wanted to go out to have a
look. But just as she stood up, she saw Rosie running in.
"Mom, save me!" Rosie ran towards Summer and stopped immediately in front of her. Rosie did not
remember that Leonardo had said that Summer was still weak.
Before Summer could speak, she raised her head and saw Leonardo walk in with a cold face.
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