Summer nodded at Tim. “See you around.”
Tim then hurried off to catch up to Leonardo. “Young Master, I’m coming.”
When he went out, Leonardo was already at the elevator, but he had not pressed the button yet.
“Young Master.” Tim pressed the elevator button.
“I have never seen a woman as thick-skinned as Summer,” Leonardo sneered.
Tim hesitated for a second before he corrected Leonardo, “Young Master, you don’t seem to know any other women other than Mrs. Emerson.”
It was true. During his twenties, Leonardo knew no other women other than Kate.
Even after he met Summer, he barely knew less than a handful of women.
He turned his head around and shot Tim a distant look. “Did I ask for your opinion?”
“No, Young Master.” Tim bowed his head respectfully.
The elevator arrived and emitted a ding.
Leonardo hissed and entered the elevator as Tim quickly followed him.
The moment he stepped in, his eyes met Leonardo’s frosty stare.
He was taken aback for a second, not knowing what that stare meant. So he figured he had better get out of the elevator.
Leonardo continued to stare at him with a stony expression. “Use the stairs.”
He then closed the elevator doors and left Tim standing alone outside to wonder what was happening.
Sifting through the decades he had worked for Leonardo, Tim could not help but wonder how he endured Leonardo’s temper all those years.
Since he had survived the past ten years, he did not mind enduring it for a little longer now.
He was just trying to be optimistic. Who knew, perhaps the young master would recover his memory soon?
…
Right after Tim and Leonardo left, Jessica came out.
She and Tim had been listening in on Leonardo and Summer from behind the kitchen door, so she knew every single word they said.
Jessica patted Summer on the shoulder, trying to comfort her. “Don’t take what the big boss says to heart. Let’s just look at it this way: he’s sick, and he’ll be okay after a while.”
“I’m fine.” Summer looked at her, shaking her head. “Leonardo used to take care of me. It’s now my turn to return the favor.”
Jessica frowned. “As proper as that may sound, you shouldn’t treat yourself unfairly just because of him.”
“I won’t.”
Summer laughed when she recalled what happened earlier. “Leonardo is a minor germaphobe, but he still ate what Rosie served him; they’re connected. It’s not like he has no feelings toward Rosie.”
“What about you?” Jessica could not help but sigh, thinking of what Leonardo had said: “Dream on.”
All of a sudden, Summer began to behave unnaturally. “He’s not entirely unfeeling toward me too.”
“What?” Jessica did not get it.
“That’s enough for today.” Summer steered the topic away. “I need to give Rosie a bath and send her to bed.”
Jessica did not relent. “I thought you weren’t done talking yet? Can you please elaborate? How does the big boss feel about you?”
However, Summer just smiled at her and brought Rosie into the bathroom.
Her mind was occupied with what happened yesterday while she filled the bathtub.
She had gone to Leonardo’s house the day before, cooked noodles for him, and given him a surprise kiss.
If Leonardo’s temperament was anything to go by, if he really had no feelings for her, and if he hated her, he would not have come to look for her and sat down to have dinner with her.
He may have said that he came for Rosie, but she knew, in reality, he was there for her.
She had kissed Leonardo the other day. The fact that he could still sit down and have dinner with her as if nothing had happened meant that he had feelings for her.
If Leonardo had no feelings for her, would he have stood there and done nothing after she kissed him? It was not like she did not know his character.
Of course, not.
Leonardo had a thousand and one ways to torture those whom he hated, which was a good sign for Summer in some way.
As long as Leonardo had feelings for her, and he did not hate or avoid her, she was sure that they would be together again someday.
…
Earlier, Summer had asked Tim to help her get back the documents for her identification, and Tim did not disappoint. He had gotten it all done.
He had helped her to reapply her identity card as well as bank cards and sent it over to her personally.
She knew long ago that Tim was very efficient, but she did not expect things to be done this quickly.
Summer took the box from Tim and said, “Thank you so much.”
Tim forced a smile. “Think nothing of it. Compared with doing things for the young master, this is so much easier.”
Summer looked surprised, but she agreed with him. “His temper is definitely worse now.”
Tim just shook his head. “I need to go to the office now.”
After Tim left, she took the box back to her bedroom.
She opened it and inside was her identity card, passport, bank cards, and similar items.
She checked them before she placed them in her wallet.
Tim had sent out men to find the hypnotist who hypnotized Leonardo, but there was still no trace of him.
There was not much she could do now except tread along to see its progress.
The most urgent thing at the moment was to find a place to stay. Staying in Jessica’s house was not optimal.
She then thought of her Weibo account.
After she tried a few password combinations, she finally had access to it.
Notifications of unread messages rushed in as her mobile phone vibrated nonstop the moment she logged in to Weibo. Her hand started to feel numb from the vibration.
She put down her mobile phone to let all the notifications come in.
After a long while, the notifications finally stopped. Only then did she reach to pick up the phone.
There were tons of private messages and news feeds—they were overwhelming.
Summer was a little emotional.
When she sold her script to Eliza, she did not expect things to explode.
Her main concern back then was to not let Eliza lose money.
Surprisingly, the response that The Lost City received was better than she had expected.
She browsed through some notifications and private messages, then uploaded a post on Weibo.
“Thank you for all the love you’ve shown for The Lost City!”
It was a no-frill post.
The moment she uploaded it, people started to forward it and comment.
“Are you the screenwriter?”
“Are you Summer?”
“Are you the screenwriter of The Lost City?”
“I can’t believe that I’m finally seeing the screenwriter update her blog. Does this mean that Season 2 of The Lost City is ready?”
There were increasing comments and re-posts.
After Summer read a few comments, she realized that she could not possibly finish reading them all, so she stopped.
The second she cleared all the private messages and notifications, new ones started to come in continuously.
Even so, she was happy to know that there were still so many followers who remembered her and kept tabs on her to this day.