Summer had eaten slightly more than usual tonight. That was why she puked terribly, and the smell was horrible. She could not smell it, but to Leonardo, it was clearly pungent. Scrunching up his brows while waiting for her to finish emptying her stomach, he handed her some tissue papers and rummaged through the car. He then took out a bottle of water and handed it to her.
“Let’s get out of the car.” Leonardo sounded calm now.
Opening the door and getting out, he took off his overcoat and sweater, which had now been plastered with BBQ mutton and all that jazz, leaving him with only a shirt. Miraculously, Summer’s body was clear of her own puke.
The chilly wind hit her as she got out of the car, immediately freshening her up. Turning to glance at Leonardo, who was only in a shirt now, she could not help but ask, “Are you cold?”
Leonardo was also turning his head around to look at her while she was doing so. Her eyes were watery and slightly red around the pupils after the retching. Her face was pale and her lips were pursed as she looked at him. Poor thing, he thought.
Due to that, he changed his mind from saying “What do you think?” to “I’m not cold”.
On the other hand, Summer was expecting him to say something that would be a jab at her. She would then return it with her own salvo of “You deserve it.” Yet, all he said was that he was not cold.
Leonardo had to be Superman; he was just wearing a shirt in nearly subzero weather. He probably did not feel a thing judging from his reaction—he did not bat an eyelid. On the contrary, Summer was already shivering massively.
…
Summer’s dinner was all over the place in the car now, so they took a cab to go home. As for the car, Leonardo’s bodyguard would retrieve it later.
Back at home, Leonardo went into the bathroom in his study for a shower while Summer used the bathroom inside the bedroom.
When she came out of the bathroom, Leonardo was in his pajamas, sitting on a single-seated sofa by the window. The main lamp was off, and only the floor lamp shrouded him in an amber glow, making him look slightly gentler than usual.
No one else could see better than Summer how all that gentleness in him was just an illusion.
She walked up to sit down beside him, but before she could sit, Leonardo had grabbed her by the hand, spun her around, and drawn her into his arms. Holding a glass of red wine, which he had taken a sip from, he delivered it to Summer’s lips with the other hand.
She declined it with a frown. She had cleaned herself up; she would not eat or drink anything now.
Leonardo did not insist. He took a sip of the wine then rained down on her with his kisses. Prying open her mouth, he delivered the red wine from his mouth into hers. She was caught unawares and nearly choked.
He reached out to stroke her long hair gently, trying to assuage her discomfort. As she recovered from the choking, she gave him a good punching in the chest. It was not too hard or too light, but Leonardo caught her fist and cupped it in his hand.
“Was he the reason you gave the bodyguards the slip?” He spoke nonchalantly with his head low, just enough to hide the emotions in his eyes.
However, Summer could not make head or tail of what he meant. She only worked it out after a while.
“What do you mean?” Was he trying to say that she gave the bodyguards the slip so she could meet Jerome?
“You’re thinking of leaving me.” He looked her into her eyes.
“What are you talking about?” Her heart skipped a beat, and she frowned. “I really don’t know why you would say that.”
“You’ve refused to take wedding photos. You don’t want to marry me.” There were no emotional changes on his face when he spoke, but she could sense a hint of tense emotion in his voice.
“I’ve told you before, I was just… Mmm…”
Leonardo did not want to listen to her explanation. Whatever she had in mind, he knew it very well.
Grabbing her by the waist with one hand, he dropped the wineglass in his other hand on the floor, which was carpeted. The wine glass was intact, but the unfinished wine poured out and seeped into the carpet.
She was now sitting on his lap. He gripped her waist and thigh, carrying her to the edge of the bed. They dropped and rolled onto the bed, but she felt a little uneasy.
Just as he was about to penetrate her, Summer suddenly stopped him, panting as she asked, “Have you divorced Vicky?”
“Mm.” Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and his breathing was heavy as he could not hold back. He wanted to sink into her.
Summer stopped him again. “You haven’t put on the con… Aah…” Before she could finish, he had broken into her.
She tilted her head back, revealing more of her snowy neck, and her lips parted as she let out a soft moan. Leonardo came down with his kisses and left strings of lewd yet cute-looking love bites on her white, supple neck.
Her waist was slender and soft. It gave Leonardo the illusion that he would snap it if he was not careful. However, his inborn brutality was surging inside, urging him to grab and snap her waist, making her plead for mercy…
The fact that Leonardo did not put on any protection still bothered her. His every vicious thrust chopped her words into disjointed voices as she spoke. “Don’t… inside… The last two times… Aah…”
That was the last thing he wanted to hear now. Finding her sensitive spots, he purposely tormented her, waiting until she was about to lose her mind before he thrust deep into her again…
She thought of him having ejaculated inside her a few times previously, but it was not the time to have a baby. That thought occupied her mind while she was in her trance until she fell asleep at last.
Leonardo rolled over and got out of bed. He then returned with a warm, damp towel to wipe Summer’s body. Looking down at her, his motions were gentle and slow. He was focused like an artist handling a piece of rare art.
After he was done, he drew her sweat-soaked bangs to the side, gave her a kiss on the forehead, and uttered in a whisper, “You are all I have.”
Still half-asleep, Summer could kind of hear someone utter something into her ear. She lifted her heavy eyelids and saw the silhouette of a man in her blurry vision. She knew he was Leonardo, though.
She raised her hand with some effort because she was too sleepy, but at the next moment, a big and warm hand was holding hers. She felt safe deep inside and fell asleep again.
Leonardo sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at her for a long while before putting her hand back under the duvet.
…
When Summer woke up the next morning, the spot beside her was empty. She felt the spot with her hand, and it was cold. It meant that Leonardo had gotten out of bed for quite a while.
Summer propped herself up and sat in bed, leaning against the headboard with her eyes closed while calculating her fertile days in her mind. However, she just could not work it out precisely. She had no choice but to take the pills. She was not thinking about having a baby—at least for now.
Other than the fact that her relationship with Leonardo was still a little uncertain, she still had many things to do. She was only twenty-two, her life was just starting. Perhaps it was because she did not have a good mother, but maybe she was not an exemplary daughter too. If they had a baby now, she had no idea how she was going to take care of him or her.