She saw a bottle of ointment in Leonardo’s hand; he was going to apply it on her.
Sitting with her back straight, she still shrank back involuntarily. “I can do it myself,” she said, still wary of him considering how painful it felt when he poked her forehead earlier. He did not seem like the gentlest person on earth earlier.
“Sit tight!” Leonardo glared at her as if he did not hear what she just said, so she kept quiet. Dripping a little ointment on his finger, he gingerly rubbed it on her forehead where the bump was.
It was still painful, but not unbearable. Nevertheless, Summer still felt a little anxious. Her blinking eyes and quivering eyelashes made him want to take pity on her. He began to appear gentler, his deep voice did not sound stern.
“Don’t ever go to pubs with Jessica again.”
He did not know anything about those people in the pub earlier, but he knew how murky the waters were in the entertainment industry. People would do anything it took to get ahead. They had no limits to what they would do. Fortunately, this dumb woman had called him.
He knew about Carl buying Jessica over to the company, and before Summer’s call ended, he had also heard what Laura said. At that moment, he quickly guessed that Summer could be with Jessica. Since Carl knew Jessica very well, he contacted Carl, who would arrive at the pub before him.
Summer frowned. She was not too happy with Leonardo’s attitude. “What happened today was an accident.”
He was done with the ointment, and he retracted his hand, wiping the residue with a piece of tissue paper. “So are traffic mishaps and robberies. Aren’t all those accidents too?”
How could he equate that with robbery and traffic accidents? For a moment, she could not find the words to respond.
Leonardo was not expecting a reply from her, anyway. Sniffing the alcohol on her, he commanded, “Go get a shower.”
…
Waking up the next day, Summer came before the mirror, looking at the bump on her forehead. The ointment seemed to have done its job. The bump had grown smaller, although it still looked hideous as the swelling had turned a bluish purple. By the looks of things, there was no need for makeup today.
Going to the dining room downstairs, she was surprised to find breakfast already served on the table. Leonardo and Douglas had been sitting there, waiting for her. Douglas stood up and pulled out a chair for her.
“Good morning, Summer,” Douglas greeted her. He was appearing more and more like a good kid, albeit being a little mischievous sometimes.
Just as she was about to walk toward Douglas, Leonardo got up and pulled out his neighboring chair, apparently expecting her to sit beside him. She could not help but smirk at his childishness. He must have hit his head somewhere.
She looked at Douglas’s smiling face, then at Leonardo’s dead face; it was a no-brainer. She proceeded to sit down next to Douglas.
As soon as she did that, a glum atmosphere suddenly fell over the dining table. She exchanged looks with Douglas, and they buried their heads in their plates. Leonardo had a strange temperament, she thought to herself.
…
After breakfast, Leonardo left on his own while another chauffeur fetched Summer and Douglas.
Arriving in front of Jarrett Group, Summer got out of the car, and the chauffeur left. She turned around and walked straight toward the entrance when a female voice that she did not recognize called her name. She spun around and saw a very smart-looking woman in a business suit standing behind her.
“Hi, you are?” Summer was dead sure she had never met the woman before.
“I’m Adams’s manager, Sophie Rose.”
The woman was impeccably dressed, not a hair out of place and very business-like. Her face was unfamiliar, but Summer had heard the name before. Summer was Adams’s fan, and she would sometimes follow news on him to learn things about him. So, she knew about Sophie, the top celebrity manager, who made Adams what he was today-smart, highly capable, and a highly regarded figure in show business.
Sophie, probably figuring out from Summer’s expression that she may already know of her, went down to business quickly. “Adams would like to have a few words with you, Ms. Jarrett.”
“Adams?”
“Yes, please follow me.”
Sophie nodded and walked Summer to a vehicle. When the door opened, Summer saw Adams sitting inside. His smile was still as gentle as ever.
“I have a question to ask you. It won’t be long.”
“What is it about?”
It was not the right place to talk with Summer standing outside. Adams gestured for her to get into the vehicle. She finally settled down in a seat, and he asked, “Is Vicky your elder sister?”
“Yeah.” Summer appeared surprised. “What happened to her?”
He did not answer her question directly. “I heard your family’s business is facing some problems, and they’re looking to invite me as their brand ambassador. Is it true?”
“How did you know that?” Summer frowned.
“Just tell me, is it true?” He sounded very gentle and approachable.
Summer could already guess half of it; Vicky must have done something stupid that alerted Adams. Biting her lip, she went on to explain, “Someone just suggested it in the company. I know you’re not going to-”
Adams had been very attentive the entire time, but he suddenly cut in, “I could give it a shot if you’d like me to.”
Give it a shot? Surprise was written all over her face. What did he mean by giving it a shot if she would like him to? Did he mean he would help Jarrett Group if she asked him to? However, she quickly figured out why. Adams was probably doing this because of her relationship with Leonardo.
“No, you don’t have to do it. Jarrett Group deserves it for what it has done. Plus, this is going to affect your image.” As much as she was grateful for his kindness, she could not bring herself to get Adams involved.
He suddenly smiled at her, his gentleness easily disarming the most cautious people. Looking at her in the eye, he said, “It’s not because of Leonardo. I’m here because of you. If you need any help, I can help you. Fame isn’t that important to me.” As he finished, he still had that smile on his face. It seemed like his eyes were focused on her, or someone else behind her, but it did not matter. What he had said was enough to tickle her fancy.