“Where did you come from?” Summer asked.
“Upstairs.” Rosie pointed at the ceiling.
Summer looked at Leonardo and just realized how high the stairway was. Probably thinking that she was condemning him, Leonardo frowned. He fished out a piece of candy out of nowhere and handed it to Rosie.
“Here’s your reward,” he said.
Rosie gladly took her reward. She tried to unwrap it but failed, so she handed it back to Leonardo. “Daddy, could you please unwrap it for me?”
He did so and delivered the unwrapped candy into Rosie’s mouth. With the candy in her mouth, Rosie went away happy and content.
Realizing that he had been spotted, Leonardo strode into the kitchen and asked her, “You used to cook previously?”
“No idea.”
She glanced at him, her voice indifferent. How could she remember that when she had lost her memory? Leonardo visibly choked at her reply.
“You really can’t remember anything?” she asked after thinking for a moment.
“If not?” Leonardo did not look too happy when he heard the question. His face was grave.
Instead of being afraid of his reaction, it amazed her that he shared his feelings.
“Just like you, I got injured and lost my memory three years ago. Could we have met with the same accident?” Summer said while she cut the vegetables.
She knew Stanley had lied to her; he was not her fiancé. So whatever Stanley told her before had to be overturned.
“I’ll find out.” Leonardo sounded non-committal.
She stopped what she was doing and looked up at him. Leonardo was rich and powerful. If he wanted to find out, he could do it with the flick of his hand even after three years had passed. The advantages of her agreeing to the terms set out by Leonardo outweighed the disadvantages. Stanley was right in this regard; she could accompany Rosie and find out things about her past.
She said nothing more. She believed that Leonardo knew what he was doing and did not need her advice.
As if Leonardo thought it interesting; he stayed in the kitchen watching her making dinner. She was a little frustrated when she nearly crashed into Leonardo after getting the plates.
“Could you please don’t get in my way?”
“It’s my house. I can stay wherever I like.” He folded his arms.
No one could reason with him, and it was pointless to do so. So she ignored him.
…
Dinner was ready an hour later.
At the dining table, Leonardo saw that there were three or four cute-looking dishes. These were specially made for Rosie. The remaining two dishes and soup were for him and her.
He put down his chopsticks. “Summer!”
She acknowledged him absentmindedly as she served some dishes to Rosie. “Try this and see if you like it. It’s a ‘little bunny’,” she said.
Leonardo pressed his hand against his brows. “Were there no more ingredients in the refrigerator, or did you think that I was about to go bankrupt soon and we could only afford to have two dishes for dinner?”
Summer did not look at him. “Ask the maids to cook for you if you don’t like this. You are free to not eat.”
Leonardo furrowed his brows. Before he could say anything, a maid approached him from the side and whispered, “Mr. Tim is here.”
He glanced at Summer and snorted before he got up to his feet and left.
After Leonardo left, she looked up and glanced in his direction. She did not find the man particularly scary.
Tim and his men had brought boxes of documents, and they had been waiting in the reading room. Leonardo came in, saw the mountain of files, and was startled. Earlier, he had instructed Tim to compile all the information of him and Summer. The number of documents he got surprised him.
“Is everything here?” He tapped lightly on one box.
“These are the more important findings. If you want more detailed information, it might take a longer time to sort out,” Tim said.
Leonardo flipped through a couple of pages. “I know.”
After Tim left, he stayed in the reading room and read the files. Reading those inconceivable things in the reports, he felt as if he was looking at someone else’s stories.
He had impersonated his younger cousin to bluff Summer, who at the same time, deliberately put on an ugly makeup to make herself look unattractive. Not that she was any better without that horrible makeup. It was just that she looked more pleasing to the eyes compared to other women.
Just like that, he spent the entire night in the reading room.
Down in the dining room. After finishing her dinner, Rosie had gone to play on her own. Meanwhile, Summer wondered if Leonardo still wanted his dinner, as he had not come back down even after so long. Did he get angry just because of the petty issue?
“Where is Leonardo?” she asked a maid.
“Young Master is in the reading room.”
She hesitated whether to look for him in his room. But here she was, in front of the reading room. She gave it two knocks on the door. After a long while, the low voice of a man came from the inside.
“What’s it?”
“It’s me.”
The next moment, the heavy footsteps were heard, and then the door was opened.
“Anything?” Leonardo stood at the door and had no intention of letting her in.
“Don’t you want your dinner?”
There were a few seconds of silence as if he was thinking about it. “Beef noodles, please.”
“Beef noodles?” Did he just order her to cook for him?
“Extra spicy, please.”
He pointed at her with his chin, telling her to leave. Just as she turned around and was about to leave, she suddenly looked back.
“Leonardo, who am I to you? I made dinner for Rosie on my accord, but why should I be obliged to do that for you?”
“Didn’t you ask me to find out the past? Do you want to have a look?” Leonardo stepped aside and revealed the boxes of files and documents inside.
“What are those things?”
“Something you’ll want to see.” Leonardo’s lips curled into an evil smile.
She took a deep breath, then turned around and went downstairs to cook him the noodles.
She did not expect that an unfeeling person like Leonardo liked spicy food. So she was thinking of putting some chopped paddy chili into his bowl. But she decided against it after thinking for a while. Reluctantly sending the noodles upstairs into his room, she put the bowl in front of him.
“Here you go.”
Leonardo said nothing, just going to one side to eat the noodles. Almost immediately after he put the noodles into his mouth, he froze. It was a taste familiar to him. He could not help but turn to look at Summer.
She was browsing through the documents. As soon as she read the first page, she looked over at Leonardo.
“Childish.”