Summer turned around to hold Leonardo’s hand.
He glanced over at her. “What’s wrong?” he asked. His low voice contained a hint of gentleness, unlike his face.
He was indeed different from before. There was a breath of the Leonardo from three years ago. Despite his black mood, he could keep his emotions under control in front of her.
“What’s next?” she asked.
Leonardo walked at her pace and slowed down. His lips were raised, but there was no smile. “Nothing. He’s been staying in this house for three years. It’s time to bring him around to catch up with his friends.”
How could Summer not know that Leonardo was thinking about tormenting Michael? Leonardo was going to make Michael do the things he had tried to avoid the most.
…
Leonardo’s execution was top-notch.
After he met Michael, Leonardo announced that he would hold a banquet the next day.
The venue was set. It was a seven-star hotel, which Michael often frequented, and the same hotel that he had invited Summer to when he held a banquet in the past.
Tim heard that Leonardo was going to hold a party, and his face sank. “Why are you thinking about holding a banquet suddenly, Young Master?”
He still remembered the time Leonardo wanted to hold a banquet on short notice. Before the dinner had even begun, Leonardo left to find Summer, leaving Tim behind to clean up the mess.
There was a banquet on one hand and the company’s business on the other. He was really up to his neck during those few days, so once bitten, twice shy.
Now that Leonardo was planning to have another impromptu banquet, Tim had to figure out why.
Leonardo squinted at Tim with a straight face.
Tim’s expression changed, knowing that it was stupid for him to ask. “I was just…”
Leonardo interrupted him with a mirthless smile. “Michael has locked himself in the house for three years. As his only son, I would like to hold a party for him. What do you think?”
He put particular emphasis on the word “only”, his tone gentle and slow. It somehow sounded ghastly to the ear.
Tim’s heart skipped a beat, and he felt a chill run up his spine.
“I-I think it is a good idea.”
“Go now.” Leonardo raised his hand and motioned him to carry out the plan.
Tim quickly walked out, wiping off the cold sweat on his forehead as he went on his way.
One minute the young master lost his memories, the next he regained some. That made him a little eccentric, and it became even harder to guess his thoughts.
After Tim left, Leonardo leaned back in his chair and remained motionless for a long while.
The banquet was set to be held on the following Friday, in the evening.
…
Summer and Eliza were meeting to discuss the script for their show. Once they were done, Eliza mentioned the banquet.
“Did you receive an invitation to the banquet?”
“No.” Summer shook her head.
After Summer left the old residence, she already had a rough guess of what Leonardo had in mind, but she did not ask.
He had been busy for the past two days, while she was spending time working on her script. They might have been staying together, but there had not been much talking.
The couple was getting along well, though. She initially thought that Leonardo would demand to move into her bedroom, but he never did that.
She found it a little hard to discern his opinion of her or her recent work. There was no way of telling. If she did not ask, Leonardo would not tell her. He never took the initiative, so it was impossible for him to talk about such things on his own initiative.
Summer let out a sigh of frustration when she thought about it, but Eliza thought that she was sad about not receiving an invitation to the banquet.
“Never mind. I have an invitation. I can bring you in!” Eliza winked at her with a smile.
Summer’s mouth twitched, and she did not know what to say. Did she look like she wanted to go to the dinner badly? In fact, she did not feel like going.
“Do I look like I’m desperate to attend the banquet?” She looked at Eliza and forced a smile.
“You do.” Eliza nodded.
“Whatever.”
When Summer left Eliza’s studio, she checked her watch. It was only four in the afternoon.
She had asked Leonardo to bring Rosie to his office today and guessed that Rosie had to be bored to death by now. Since she was already free, she might as well bring Rosie home first.
She sat in her car and called Leonardo on the phone.
Rosie’s voice came through the moment the call was picked up. “Mommy!”
“Rosie!” A smile automatically broke out on Summer’s face.
Rosie was easily distracted at her age. Immediately after she uttered Summer’s name, she shifted her attention to another thing.
There were some ruffling sounds on the other end, then Summer heard Leonardo reprimand someone softly.
“Pick it up.”
“No…” It was Rosie’s voice.
There was a silent pause on the other end, and Summer guessed that Leonardo was likely using his eyes to intimidate his daughter right then.
That was because, the next second, Rosie was heard compromising. “All right.”
“What’s going on?”
Summer tried very hard to listen to what was unfolding on the other end until Leonardo’s voice could be clearly heard.
“I’m free now, so I’ll go over and pick Rosie up,” Summer said.
“Mhm.”
He did not say much and hung up just like that.
When Summer arrived, Tim had brought Rosie out.
A very cautious man himself, he brought Rosie to an inconspicuous spot to wait for Summer.
Rosie saw Summer and immediately ran toward her. “Mommy!”
Summer caught Rosie in her arms and looked up at Tim, who came up to greet her with a nod. Following that, he took out an invitation card and handed it to her.
“Can you do me a favor, Mrs. Emerson?”
Summer glanced at the invitation card in his hand. “What is it?”
“Please pass this invitation card to Mr. Stanley.” Tim sounded very sincere as if he was the one who truly needed her favor.
How could Summer not know that Leonardo was behind all of this? Tim would never ask for her favor.
Tim was very circumspect. He was also very respectful toward her and Leonardo. Delivering an invitation was too easy. If Leonardo had not told him to do so, he would not have asked her for a favor.