Summer thought he had gotten his priority wrong. She had indeed met Jerome, but should he not pay more attention to the DNA report instead?
“Yeah.” She could do nothing about it.
“You didn’t take heed of my words?” Leonardo put the DNA report to one side and looked at her grimly.
“Let’s not talk about him now.” She just wanted to know if the persons in the DNA test were Adams and Michael.
But Leonardo appeared adamant. “I won’t talk to you about anything else before you tell me this.”
“I saw Jerome, but it was for good reason.” Summer patiently explained, “We have talked for a while and had dinner. There is nothing else—”
“You even had dinner with him?” His face became even grimmer.
She suddenly realized that she should not have been so honest and told him these details.
“It was just a meal.” Summer pressed her lips together and carefully observed his reaction.
Leonardo scoffed. “You accompanied him to the party last time. And this time, you had dinner with him. What next?”
She started to feel that Leonardo had overreacted this time. She just wanted to find out the secrets of the Emerson family from Jerome. Since Jerome had told her that, it was only natural that she had dinner with him as a token of appreciation.
“I and he has done nothing. We—”
Leonardo cut her off. “We? It seems that your relationship with him has grown by leaps and bounds!”
“Leonardo, I will be very angry if you keep talking like this!” She hated this the most; he always got jealous for no reason.
“I am angry now,” Leonardo said coldly.
She had no word for it. He behaved like a child in the eyes of Summer.
“Please, let us talk about the DNA report.”
She reached to hold his hand. He immediately clenched her hand in his. Feeling the warmth in his hand, Leonardo’s expression looked better now. He looked at Summer.
“Have you ever thought about why Jerome knew about my relationship with Adams?”
They had never publicly announced their relationship. So Jerome was not supposed to know that Adams was part of the Emerson family.
Summer thought for a moment, then said, “Maybe he found that out by chance?”
Leonardo arched his brow. “It must have been very lucky for him. He should have bought the lottery because he probably would strike that 500-million-dollar jackpot.”
It drove her crazy just to talk to Leonardo, but she still asked, “Why is that?”
“Someone has abetted Jerome to deliver the DNA report to us.”
She suddenly thought Leonardo had a point.
“Who would that be?” Summer thought she had hit a jackpot when she got the DNA report. But it turned out that it made the situation even more complicated.
Leonardo’s brows were knitted together, and he said nothing.
Summer stared at the DNA test report and said, “Is this DNA test report true? Is Adams one of the persons in the report?”
His eyes also landed on the DNA report, but he remained silent.
Back at the old house during New Year, when Douglas overheard the conversation between Leonardo and Adams, Douglas told him that Adams had been in and out of the hospital frequently at the time.
After that, Leonardo had sent men to investigate and found that Adams had done a DNA test. But he found no record of it. Adams must have been very careful. He was covering his tracks and leaving nothing behind. Without getting a copy of the DNA report, Leonardo had some conjecture. After that, when things happened to Summer, he had to put things aside and did not have the chance to prove his suspicion.
After a long while, Leonardo spoke. “The only way to find out whether it is Adams is to perform a DNA test.”
Judging by Leonardo’s tone of voice, Summer knew that he had long been suspecting it. She thought for a moment, then said, “I will get Adams’s hair specimen. I have been with the production team and going to the movie studio recently. I have many opportunities to see him.”
However, Summer knew that Leonardo was going to shoot down her suggestion. “It’s decided then. Don’t tell me otherwise. I will sleep now.”
She then laid down and pulled the duvet over her head.
Leonardo looked at the bulging duvet and pulled it. “Don’t cover your head.”
Summer pulled the duvet open, revealing only half of her head. Leonardo smiled. He reached to whisk the duvet open, climbed into bed, and hugged her from behind. She shifted her body to the other side, but he followed suit, sticking to her like glue.
“Don’t get too close. It’s hot.”
It was summer, and Leonardo’s body heat was making the situation worse. Even the air-conditioner did not help.
“I have to go to the office by seven in the morning,” he said.
Summer remained still after she heard that.
It was well over 2. 00 a. m. now, and Leonardo had to go to work by 7. 00 a. m. That meant he would have less than five hours of sleep.
It was a rare occasion lately for them to sleep quietly together with her in his arms. Since Rosie was abducted, Summer had not had any good sleep. She would wake up in the middle of the night. Her sleeping pattern became sporadic.
Before the first light, when Leonardo moved his body, Summer became alert.
“You keep on sleeping. Don’t bother with me.” Leonardo knew that she was awake and kissed her on the cheek.
When he got up, so too Summer. He took out a tie from the wardrobe, and she crawled to the bedside to help him with the tie.
“Take care and don’t overstrain yourself.”
Leonardo looked full of beans even though he had less than five hours of sleep. It reminded her about his gunshot wound. Oftentimes, she thought Leonardo was akin to the Ironman. But she knew that after setting aside the glory accrued to him, he was a human, too. It was just that he could take more pain and do more things than the average person.