“Huh?”
With the spoon still in her mouth, Summer looked at him, puzzled.
But Leonardo did not elaborate. “I will only say it once. Stop putting bees in your bonnet.”
“What do you mean?” Summer took the spoon out of her mouth. She could not make head or tail of it.
“I told you I would only say it once.” His face was stony, his eyes unnaturally looking somewhere else. Without waiting for Summer to speak, he got up. “I have things to do. Enjoy your meal.”
Summer watched as he disappeared out of the dining hall. Then, the penny dropped, and she figured out what he meant.
Dropping everything behind, she ran out and blocked his way. “Please elaborate on what you have just said.”
“I’ve said it very clearly.”
“Who did you say I look like?”
He looked away and said nothing.
Summer nearly grinned from ear to ear. She knew what he meant. He said that it was Rachel who looked like her. But at the same time, she was unsure if that was what she had heard. She needed confirmation.
Leonardo was a man who meant what he said, and he was not going to say it a second time.
She held his hand and bit her lip, thinking of a way to get his goat. She used to watch a video, a weird show teaching girls how to act cute. It promised to melt men’s hearts. Taking a cue from the show, she swung his hand gently while saying in a soft voice, “Can you say that again, pleaseee.”
Leonardo frowned, pulling back his hand with a disgusting look on his face. “I have things to do.”
Summer took a deep breath. Where was the promise of melting a man’s heart? She pursed her lips and scampered noisily in her slippers back into the dining hall.
Leonardo was back upstairs. With his hand on the handrail, he looked back as Summer skittered happily into the dining hall. He could not help curling his lips into a smile.
…
Sitting back at the dining table, Summer only started to wrap her brain around it. What Leonardo said was Rachel looked like her.
What did that mean? Rachel looked like her? How could Rachel look like her? Did Leonardo not know Rachel before her? Chronologically, she should be the one who looked like Rachel. Was it that Leonardo had met her, or even known her before? It was too low a possibility.
At night, Summer found an opportunity and sounded him out. “Leonardo, did you know me prior to this?”
“Eh?”
He answered absentmindedly, leaning over to kiss her before she could say anything more. As his hands quickly undid her clothes, his arms wrapped around her back and carried her to the bed. He could almost get it down to a fine art.
Still not forgetting her question, Summer said, “You haven’t answered my question.”
“I’m not going to tell you.” Leonardo was starting to pant, his tone of voice determined yet having a whiff of some other emotions in it.
Summer could not make out what it was; she could barely think straight now. What was more, Leonardo did not give her the chance. Before she knew it, he was already in her.
She let out a soft moan, and Leonardo could not help himself coming down and planting his lips on hers. After being celibate for so long, her moan was quickly turning him on. It was afraid that she would have to be absent from work again tomorrow if he went out-of-control tonight.
She did not know what Leonardo was thinking right now. She just knew his movement and position were getting more perverted; he was starting to lose control as he groaned. She could see the lust surging in the abyss of his eyes, bellowing to devour the woman before him. Summer was starting to lose it, too. She grunted softly and writhed her waist as she tried to pull back. Leonardo clamped her waist with his hands, kissed her earlobe as he asked with a nearly indiscernible voice, “Do you still want to go to work tomorrow?”
“Mm.” Summer nodded, her eyes half-closed, puzzled by his question.
“Then don’t make a sound.”
As soon as his voice trailed off, he charged forward like a bull. She could not help let out a moan, and then all hell broke loose.
…
Summer reached out from under the comforter, finding her head heavy and body aching. The man was fully dressed when he came to the bedside and put her hand back under the comforter. He then bent down to peck on her forehead before saying in a faintly delightful voice, “I will ask my man to inform your company that you’re taking a day off today.”
“How dare you!” Summer grabbed his shirt, squinting at him threateningly.
Cocking an eyebrow, he took out his mobile phone. Summer flinched, letting go of him. She then coiled her arms around his neck, wanting to kiss him. “I want to go to work,” she whispered.
Leonardo let her kiss him. As their lips parted, he said, “Then get up and brush your teeth.”
Brush her teeth? Yeah, he should not have kissed her in the first place.
Leonardo looked at her, smiling. “You were so ugly last time, yet I had no problem with that. I won’t feel disgusted just because you haven’t brushed your teeth.”
“That’s so nice of you!” Summer hissed, sitting up, still cuddling in the comforter.
…
On the way to work, Summer sat in the back seat, feeling as if someone had sucked away her strength. She should not have challenged him—a man who had been celibate for so long.
As soon as she stepped out of the vehicle, she saw Vicky standing at the entrance. Wearing her usual outfit of low-cut dress, black stockings, stilettos with a simple yet beautifully designed overcoat.
Summer looked down at herself: a long down jacket and a pair of winter boots. Perhaps this was the difference between an unmarried and a married woman. Leonardo had put this long down jacket on her before she left home just because he thought she was cold.
Looking at Vicky and then herself, she started to feel sorry for herself. All women cared about their looks, and married women were women too.
Vicky stood in her way. “Summer!”
“What do you want?” The first thought came to mind was that Vicky was picking a fight again.
“Don’t tell Grandpa you saw me in the Golden Cauldron yesterday!” Vicky sounded like she was handing down a command. She then looked her up and down. “Summer, what are you wearing? Even if Leonardo weren’t a limp d*ck, he wouldn’t be interested in you.”
“It’s all between him and me. It’s none of your business!” She was absolutely pissed off by her obsession with these things.