Summer returned to the kitchen. She placed her hands on the countertop as she took a deep breath and turned on the gas stove.
In the past, Leonardo would never give away the food that she cooked.
She collected herself and continued to cook.
However, this time, she made Leonardo a bowl of stirred noodles.
When she came back out, Leonardo was no longer in the living room.
“Where’s Leonardo?” she asked Tim.
“In the reading room.” Tim pointed upstairs.
“In that case, I’ll send it up to him.” She glanced up at the stairs.
“Ms. Jarrett, you…” Tim seemed surprised by her patience.
“Tim, you didn’t call me Ms. Jarrett last time.” She turned to look at Tim with a smile.
“Mrs. Emerson?” Tim looked unsure.
“I’ll head upstairs now.” She nodded, indirectly admitting that she had regained her memory.
Tim was delighted, but when he thought about Leonardo’s condition, he became worried again. Leonardo had recovered somewhat earlier, yet for some reason, his condition regressed back to square one. In contrast, Summer had suddenly regained her memories.
Perhaps things would get worse before they got better.
…
Summer knocked on the door to Leonardo’s reading room, but there was no answer. As she opened the door and entered, something was hurled toward her from the inside. She instinctively stepped to the side and dodged it.
The object fell and hit the ground. She glanced at it and saw that it was a coffee cup, which was still intact.
“Get out!” Leonardo’s angry roar rang out the next second.
She was transfixed for a second before she quickly closed the door behind her and walked toward him.
Leonardo could not help but look at her as she came in. She put the tray on the desk with minimal sound, then lifted the bowl of stirred noodles from the tray, and placed it in front of him.
“Can you only cook noodles?” Leonardo smirked.
“Of course, not. I can make many other things. Try this one first.”
“What makes you think that I have to eat whatever you cook?” There was a faint smile on his face this time.
“That’s not what I thought.” Summer looked down, maintaining a good-tempered manner.
Leonardo stirred the noodles with a pair of chopsticks and threw the chopsticks onto the desk. “The noodles are too mushy. Go make another bowl.”
He was being childish and purposely giving her a hard time. He used to care for her, but now, she found it hard to accept the way he was treating her. Then again, she understood that Leonardo was just feeling insecure.
When the reality present before him did not match his existing memories, he failed to adapt and became irascible. Not to mention, he was a moody person in the first place.
She did not get angry with him because she tried to put herself in Leonardo’s shoes and knew how he felt. Still looking down, she leaned forward to grab the chopsticks, which Leonardo had thrown onto the desk, and picked up the noodles with them.
Leonardo noticed what she was doing and squinted at her.
She smiled at him with a glimmer in her cat-like eyes.
Stupefied by what he saw, Leonardo knitted his brows tightly together.
Summer then proceeded to clutch Leonardo’s jaw and shove the noodles into his mouth.
Leonardo was startled, wide-eyed by what she was doing.
While Summer pulled the chopsticks back out, Leonardo started to chew as if it was the natural thing to do. She tried not to laugh upon seeing his obedience.
When Leonardo finally came to his senses and realized what Summer had done to him, his face darkened in an instant.
“Get out! Get the hell out of here!” He gritted his teeth and said as he stood up. This woman was freaking arrogant. No woman had dared to treat him like that.
“I will.” Summer was not furious at all. She just sorted her clothes and headed to the door. But just after taking two steps toward the exit, she suddenly turned around and walked back up to Leonardo.
Before Leonardo exploded, she placed her hands on his shoulders, stood on her toes, and gave him a peck on the lips before she took two steps back—everything seemed so fluid and natural.
“Don’t forget to finish the noodles.” She pointed at the bowl of stirred noodles on the desk with a triumphant smile and skipped back out.
There was a scowl on Leonardo’s face. After he watched Summer disappear out of the door, he gave the chair kick, and it landed on its side with a loud bang.
Outside, Summer heard the loud noise from the room, and she opened the door slightly. Through the gap, she saw Leonardo’s tense face and the chair, which had been booted far out into the corner of the room.
Her face turned pale, and she closed the door again.
Had she left the room half a minute later, would she have received the same fate as that chair?
Considering how bad-tempered Leonardo was, it was entirely possible.
When she first met Leonardo, he rarely got emotional even when he was angry.
Now, however, he was extremely hot-headed.
The difference was evident. At twenty-something, Leonardo seemed to be extremely unstable.
Summer bumped into Tim at the landing.
“What’s happening, Mrs. Emerson?” He was catching his breath.
The noise in the room was a little too loud for comfort, and Tim was worried that Leonardo may have done something to hurt Summer. In his twenties, Leonardo was young and hotheaded, so he would probably be unsympathetic toward Summer.
“Nothing. He’s just angry with himself.” She could not help but laugh.
Tim’s mouth twitched. Even he had to be extra careful whenever he spoke to Leonardo. He just could not fathom how Summer could still be so light-hearted.
Looking at it from another angle, though, it confirmed what he had always thought: no matter what became of Leonardo, Summer had always been special to him.
“You’re leaving now, Mrs. Emerson?” Tim asked when Summer walked down the stairs.
“Yeah, Rosie is with Jessica now. I have to go now. Keep an eye on Leonardo. If anything comes up, call me.” She needed to worry about Rosie and Leonardo now.
Leonardo was like a ticking time bomb that could go off at any time. Hence, Rosie could not stay in the house.
“Let me send you home.” Tim followed after her.
“That’s all right. I’m driving today.”