“Got it,” Tim acknowledged.
As he hung up and turned around, he noticed that Leonardo was staring at him, his face still expressionless.
Leonardo’s penetrating eyes made him feel like he was naked.
“Young Master…”
Leonardo did not turn a hair. “What did she say to you?”
Tim was still shocked by how sharp Leonardo’s perception was despite having worked for Leonardo for so long.
He was sure that Leonardo did not see it was Summer who called him. Yet somehow, Leonardo knew that it was Summer.
“Mrs. Emerson said if you were not going to have dinner at her place, I would have to fetch Rosie to your place.” Since Leonardo had guessed it, he had no choice but to tell the truth.
Leonardo hissed, then broke into a faint smile. “That woman can change without batting an eyelid. She’s found her next target and is now thinking of shoving Rosie back to me.”
“Young Master, could it be that you’re overthinking?” Tim could not understand why Leonardo would think that way. It was just astonishing.
“I told her last night that I would have dinner at her place. Now what? She brought my daughter to have lunch with another man today!”
Leonardo threw the documents to the floor. “One minute she wants to marry me again, the next she goes out with another man. How dare she!”
Tim hesitated for a few seconds. At last, he decided to put in a few good words for Summer. “There’s nothing between them. Mr. Li saved Mrs. Emerson before. She recovered and just wanted to treat him to lunch to thank him. There’s nothing unusual…”
Previously, when Leonardo became unreasonable, he still kept his sense of right and wrong. But now, he was overthinking and overreacting to everything.
Summer was only having lunch with Stanley, but Leonardo had interpreted that as her being a rolling stone. His imagination had run so wild that Tim had a hard time catching up.
Leonardo gave it some thought when he heard what Tim said.
“Moreover, Mr. Li is no way near your level, Young Master.”
He had been following Leonardo for years. He had never thought for a second that he would one day brown-nose the young master.
Fortunately, what he said had made some impact on Leonardo.
“Really?” Leonardo waved at him. “Leave me now.”
Tim left as he was told.
Leonardo leaned back and was deep in thought with his brows knitted together. He had indeed thought of not going over to Summer’s place for dinner. But now, he was hesitating.
People usually went where the food was. Having tasted Summer’s cooking, Leonardo did not feel like eating the maids’ cooking anymore.
Summer had even guessed that he was not going over tonight. She seemed to know his temperament well. However, the more Summer thought he was not going, the more determined he was to go over.
…
In the evening, Summer prepared a table full of food, over half of which were Leonardo’s favorite dishes.
If Tim came to pick Rosie up, that meant Leonardo would not come. She would pack some of the dishes and let Tim bring it back to Leonardo.
Leonardo had gotten angry with her for no reason, but she refused to stoop down to his level. After all, he was still a patient. She was not going to sink so low.
At about eight, she finished cooking, and the doorbell rang.
When she opened the door and saw Leonardo standing outside, she was rooted to the spot for a full three seconds. After that, she finally stepped aside and ushered him in.
When he entered her house, she finally snapped out of her daze. She took out a pair of slippers and placed them in front of him.
She had bought the slippers while she was out shopping in the afternoon. They were exactly Leonardo’s size.
He glanced down at them and discovered that they were new.
He said nothing. He just bent down and put them on. They fit nicely, which meant she bought them specifically for him. He started to feel better now.
With the slippers on, he felt as though he was home while he walked toward the dining room.
Summer followed closely behind. “I thought you weren’t coming tonight.”
Leonardo glanced back at her indifferently. “Who else would you invite if I didn’t come?”
His words could get edgy when he was not happy. It was not like Summer had not tasted it before.
In fact, having experienced it many times, she had learned how to handle him. “So, you only came because you were afraid that I might invite someone else?”
“Summer, you—” Before he could finish his sentence, the chubby little girl interrupted him.
When Rosie heard Leonardo’s voice, she ran over and jumped into his arms. Of course, she could not really do that because of her height. She just managed to curl herself around Leonardo’s thighs.
Leonardo looked down, his eyes meeting her lucid and black, grape-shaped eyes.
“Daddy!” Rosie’s smile was particularly sweet, and her voice was crisp. Seeing this, the stiff expression on Leonardo’s face softened.
He stared at Rosie for a few seconds. “You’ve put on weight again?” He sounded blunt.
Summer was dumbstruck. She should not have expected to hear any good words from his mouth in the first place.
Summer reached out to touch Rosie’s head. “Rosie, Daddy says you’re adorable.” Her voice was gentle.
Rosie let go of Leonardo’s thighs, her tiny brows creasing into a figure-eight as she pouted. “He says I am fat.”
Holy moly. Rosie knew what Leonardo meant.
“Fat isn’t nice.” Rosie continued to pout.
She did not watch action movies for nothing. She had learned many words from them.
Leonardo’s lips moved. “Fat is nice. It’s adorable,” he said matter-of-factly.
Rosie tilted her head, looking Leonardo in the eye for a few seconds. “Oh.”
She then hugged his thighs again. “Daddy, hug!”
Leonardo appeared unruffled by Rosie’s affectionate action. “No more Kate?”
Rosie thought he wanted her to call him that, so she happily obliged. “Kate!” Her voice was direct and clear.
Leonardo’s face darkened as he lifted Rosie in his arms.
Summer tried very hard not to laugh when she saw how Leonardo surrendered himself to Rosie. She just felt good seeing that.
Leonardo carried Rosie and sat down like a king at the dining table.
Rosie and Summer got their bowls and chopsticks by themselves since they were living together.
So, when she saw Summer bringing food out of the kitchen, she fought her way down Leonardo’s arms and scurried into the kitchen to retrieve her tableware.
After that, she laid them neatly on the table. When noticed that Leonardo was still sitting there, she went over and tugged at him. “Good boy always gets his own bowl.”
Leonardo was dumbfounded by what he heard. When Summer saw what Rosie was doing, she put back the tableware that she had gotten for him.
Let Leonardo be a good boy.