Rosie could not construct a proper sentence, but Leonardo knew what she was talking about.
He realized that Rosie was trying to say that she wanted the family of three to be together, but she was limited by her ability to express herself.
“It’s not that I don’t want her to come. It’s just that she doesn’t want to.”
Hearing what Leonardo said, Rosie stopped crying and looked at him. “She wanted to come.”
Leonardo cocked an eyebrow as he looked at her. “Really? Then why didn’t she come?”
He found the little girl interesting. One minute she was crying her heart out, the next she was not anymore as if someone had turned off the stopcock. She argued with him even though she did not really understand what he said.
Leonardo’s words confused Rosie, and her face turned red as she got irritated. “She comes!”
“All right.” Leonardo took a deep breath. “She comes.”
Just then, the elevator reached the ground floor. He carried her and walked out of the elevator.
He then put her down and held her hand as he walked.
All of a sudden, Rosie freed herself from his grasp. She turned around and ran back toward the elevator.
Leonardo stared at his hand, from which Rosie pulled away before he strode over.
Rosie stood on her toes, trying to reach the elevator button, but her hand was still an inch too short.
Leonardo bent down, sweeping her up onto his shoulder. He then carried her out of the building.
“Down!” Rosie kicked her legs. “Put me down!”
Leonardo did not say a word. He just carried her as he walked to the car park. After that, he pressed the car key fob with his free hand, opened the car door, and shoved her in.
There was a child seat in the back, which he must have installed much earlier.
He sat her down in the child seat, buckling her up. Seeing that Rosie was still angry, his expression darkened. “Sit tight and be quiet!”
Frightened, Rosie shrank back. She carefully glanced at him before she looked down, feeling afraid of him.
Pleased by her reaction, Leonardo closed the door and went around to the front.
He peeked at her in the rearview mirror as he started the engine. Seeing that she was fiddling with the safety belt, he shifted his eyes to concentrate on driving.
It took him thirty minutes to reach home, which usually just took him twenty minutes.
He stopped the car in front of the mansion, got out, and opened the rear door only to find that Rosie had fallen asleep.
Leonardo bent down to carry her. “Go to bed if you’re full.”
Tim, who was staying in Leonardo’s house now, saw him carrying Rosie back, and he was shocked.
He remembered what Leonardo had said earlier and now felt a little uneasy. “Young Master, why have you brought Rosie back?” Had Leonardo taken Rosie by force?
Leonardo went in without looking at him. “She insisted on following me.”
Rosie had tried to run back to Summer after they exited the elevator. However, she had willingly followed him once they left.
Leonardo carried Rosie to her bedroom and placed her on the bed. Right then, it struck him; no one told him that this was Rosie’s bedroom. He brought Rosie into the room entirely out of instinct.
He looked at Rosie for a few seconds, then left.
Tim was standing guard at the door when Leonardo instructed, “Bring a maid over here.”
Tim nodded and went downstairs to get a maid to look after Rosie.
Meanwhile, Leonardo returned to his office. Tim joined him later. The moment Leonardo sat down, he thought of Summer’s question from earlier.
He looked up at Tim. “Have you found the hypnotist?”
“There are only so many hypnotists in the field, and the few top hypnotists are especially low-profile…” Tim paused for a moment, then continued, “Most top hypnotists have the habit of hypnotizing their patients so that their patients will forget their faces.”
He cautiously observed Leonardo’s expression after he finished.
Leonardo squinted, his voice cold to the bone as he spoke. “That means no one has ever seen the faces of these so-called top hypnotists?”
Tim subtly nodded his head and looked down in silence, confirming Leonardo’s suspicion.
Leonardo sneered after a long while. “That’s interesting. Keep searching. I don’t think he can hide for the rest of his life!”
“Understood.”
…
The house appeared lifeless without Rosie.
Just as Summer was about to call Rosie to have breakfast, she realized that Leonardo had taken Rosie with him.
She had not gotten used to it.
Summer watched the entertainment news while she ate breakfast.
The media was still whooping it up a few days after she made a post.
“After disappearing for three years, Summer, the screenwriter of The Lost City has finally updated her Weibo, creating a stir. Other than her followers and people from the industry, the gossip columns are also paying close attention to her. Unknown to many, this screenwriter is Summer, Leonardo’s ex-wife…
“What’s more important is that after Summer disappeared, news about her online was wiped out entirely. She had a lover before she went missing. Some netizens speculate that her disappearance might be linked to her affair with her lover, or maybe…”
Such tittle-tattle was only fit for entertainment.
Summer read the entire article, the story of which was entirely made up. It was fake news.
Were the media outlets resorting to creative imagination in their reporting nowadays? New lover? When did she have a new lover?
Summer carefully flashed back to what happened before. Back then, after Stanley found her, the media had taken photos of them and reported that she had a new boyfriend. Following that, she was abducted by Adams.
Once she read the entire story, she proceeded to read the comment section as well.
“Is the screenwriter of The Lost City really Leonardo’s ex-wife? Or is it some ghostwriter?”
“It’s useless for the poster to say this. All I want to know is when they are going to shoot Season 2 of The Lost City. The first season left behind so many unresolved plot points. I’m sure there’s going to be a follow-up.”
“I don’t care about the new lover and ex-husband. I just want to know if there’s a second season of The Lost City.”
“I’ve never watched The Lost City. I guess the person called Mu or something is just looking for publicity. There’s been news about her all over the place for the past few days. How much has she paid for this?”
There were many replies to that last comment.
“Just because you didn’t watch The Lost City doesn’t mean others didn’t too.”
“She’s craving for publicity? She doesn’t have to crave it; she’s already famous, mind you!”
“I think you’re the one looking for publicity and trouble. I’ll make sure that you get it…”