Leonardo was unruffled by her words. “If I were disabled, would I still be able to sleep with you?” he asked matter-of-factly.
His serious tone stunned her.
It was as if he would not hesitate to live like a disabled person if she had said “yes”.
Tired of talking to him, Summer went over to sort out Rosie’s toys. Then, she took them to Rosie’s bedroom.
She gave up trying to reason with the man; it was futile. Additionally, he was also very childish at times.
…
Just like that, Leonardo settled down in Summer’s rented apartment.
When he left for work the next morning, he took his luggage with him. Upon his return in the evening, he brought back another luggage of stuff: shoes, towels, ties, and everything else—all of which belonged to him.
In the shoe cabinet at the entrance, Summer’s shoes were on the few upper racks, while his leather shoes were on the two lower racks.
It looked like his leather shoes and dress suits were all basically of the same style, but Summer knew that they were not. Each pair of shoes was distinct.
The dress suits were of the same label but different styles.
Only the ties were visibly different from one another. After all, their colors and patterns were not the same.
There were more men’s toiletries in the bathroom now.
The not-so-large bathroom was just enough for Summer and Rosie’s stuff. With the addition of another adult’s things, it appeared too crammed.
Summer watched as Leonardo neatly unpacked his stuff, looking like a husband who had just returned from a business trip.
He acted like he was unloading his things in his home, never mind that he was only in Summer’s rented house.
Summer did not plan on giving him a helping hand, so she just looked on as he busied himself with his belongings.
The air temperature had dropped, but Leonardo had immediately taken off his jacket the moment he stepped into the house. Underneath his jacket, he was only wearing a navy dress shirt with the cuffs unbuttoned and the sleeves rolled up. He continued to sort out his shoes and other items.
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
Summer glanced at Leonardo before she answered the door.
Two men in worker jumpsuits were standing outside, carrying a large carton. “Are you Mr. Emerson’s wife? This is the office desk that he’s ordered. Please acknowledge the receipt of the item.”
Summer was taken aback.
She did not know if she should go back in and give Leonardo a “compliment” first or sign the acknowledgment note.
Taking a deep breath, she glanced back at her house and caught a glimpse of Leonardo coming out of the bathroom. She shifted her eyes back and signed on the dotted line with her head low.
“Where should the desk be installed, Mrs. Emerson?” one of the workers asked as they carried the carton inside.
“Over there.” Leonardo pointed them to the floor-to-ceiling window. He came out when he heard the voices.
Summer raised her eyebrows. “You’ve even decided on the spot beforehand.” Her voice told him that she was not too happy.
“Mhm.” Leonardo remained unperturbed. “My desk will be on this side, so you and Rosie can use the other side.”
The way he spoke made it sound as if that was his home.
She was speechless. Moving aside, she observed the workers while they assembled the working desk.
Leonardo had probably taken the size of the house into consideration earlier. The desk, which came with a bookshelf, did not really take up much space.
The apartment building had been built years ago. The unit possessed a simple layout, but it was beautifully renovated. Its living space was a little larger than a typical apartment. In fact, it was inexplicably larger than the living rooms in most modern apartment units.
As such, there was some unutilized space, which Summer had long thought of filling up with a working desk. Little did she expect that Leonardo would be one step ahead of her.
The workers departed as soon as they finished assembling the desk.
Not long after they left, someone knocked on the door again.
Summer stood on the spot. “You answer the door.”
Leonardo said nothing and walked over to open the door.
Tim was standing outside with another carton in his hand. “The documents you asked for, Young Master.”
Before Leonardo left the office, he had suddenly asked Tim to send incomplete documents to Summer’s place.
When Tim was on his way earlier he felt especially uneasy. The young master wanted him to send the documents to Mrs. Emerson’s place?
Did it mean that the young master and his wife had taken their relationship to new heights? Were they living together now?
“Let me take them inside, Young Master,” Tim immediately said without waiting for Leonardo to take the carton from him.
He was just dying to find out whether something had happened between the young master and his wife again.
“No need,” Leonardo rejected his offer for help.
“Are you sure?” Tim still had the carton in his hand, seemingly reluctant about letting go of it.
Tim was now a middle-aged man and had experienced both a divorce as well as reconciliation. Perhaps that caused him to be particularly concerned about Leonardo and Summer.
Three years ago, he was divorced, but after Kate kicked him out of Emerson Group, he and his ex-wife reconciled.
He was now happy with his life. What concerned him the most right now was when Leonardo was going to recover from his amnesia.
When Leonardo did not come back in after he answered the door, Summer grew curious and went to check it out. She was just in time to see Tim pass a carton to Leonardo.
The moment Tim saw Summer, a rare smile broke out on his face. “Mrs. Emerson!” he greeted.
“You’re sending documents over?” she asked.
“Yeah!” Tim nodded.
Summer smiled. “Why don’t you come in and have a cup of tea?” She said something that Tim had been waiting to hear.
“Sure…”
Just as Tim raised his foot and was about to step in, Leonardo suddenly spoke. “Don’t you need to spend time with your child, Tim? Do you know how important it is to keep your child company? Especially…” He suddenly paused and cocked an eyebrow, “… when you’re having an argument with your wife.”
Tim was struck dumb for a second. “How did you know that I had an argument with my wife, Young Master?”
Leonardo had never asked him about his private life. How did Leonardo find out that he had an argument with his wife?
Leonardo’s eyes landed on Tim’s suit. “Your suits haven’t been looking as smooth as they’re supposed these past few days.”
Tim looked down at his suit. Before the divorce and after the reconciliation, his wife had always been the one to iron his clothes. He could never do it very well.
He had indeed gotten into a squabble with his wife a few days ago.
So, his wife had been going out shopping with her besties. He needed to look after his child and do his own ironing, but those were just small matters.
They had been together for so long; a minor argument was just one of the delights of marriage.
Therefore, Leonardo was just indirectly telling him not to enter the house.
“In that case, I should go home now.” It did not matter. Tim was just curious, after all. He knew what to do and when to do it.
After Tim left, Leonardo immediately closed the door.
He turned around and saw Summer looking at him inquisitively.
“Why didn’t you let Tim come in?” she asked.
“No particular reason.” He walked past her to his new working desk.