After Summer hung up, she was so angry that she nearly threw her mobile phone away.
Clutching it, she hissed, “He better not come home tonight!”
“What’s going on?” Jessica heard and saw her on the phone but had no idea what the person on the other end had said.
“I asked him to go to my place tonight. Do you know what he said? He said he didn’t want to talk to me!” Summer could not help but scoff when the thought of how Leonardo behaved over the phone came to mind.
It could not be true, Jessica thought. She refused to believe that the big boss did not want to talk to Summer.
Seeing Summer boil with anger, Jessica hesitated for a while. “He just said that in a fit of pique. I think the big boss will still go over to find you.”
“He better not.” Summer’s lips curled into a half-smile.
…
By the time Summer arrived home, it was close to midnight.
She brushed her teeth and then checked her phone. No missed calls. No unread messages.
Grabbing her phone, she paced back and forth inside the house.
She suddenly looked toward the door and thought for a moment before she walked up to it and opened it.
A tall man was standing outside, wearing the same designer suit. It was nicely pressed and simple, but he still looked as imposing as ever.
The two of them looked at each other for a while before Leonardo stepped in.
However, Summer stretched out her hand to stop him. “Didn’t you say you weren’t coming?”
His face visibly froze, but it was subtle. “I’m here to collect Rosie’s stuff.” His voice lacked emotion.
Even so, she did not let him in. “You can’t even buy stuff for your daughter? Is Emerson Group going bankrupt?”
Leonardo’s face darkened, but he was clearly fighting back his emotions.
She attempted to close the door after she finished, but Leonardo did not allow that to happen.
He stopped the door with one hand and held her waist with the other. Then, he lifted her up as he slipped into the house.
Only then was the door slammed shut.
The world suddenly turned quiet.
The two stood near the entrance, and Leonardo’s hand was still curled around her waist. There was zero distance between them, so they could hear each other’s breathing.
Summer fought to get away but failed. She became angry.
“Let me go!” She kicked him in the leg.
Yet, he did not budge. Instead, there was a sense of delight in his eyes. “Keep talking.”
“Leonardo!”
She raised her hand to hit him, but he caught her hand just in time.
She could not match his strength. She was locked in his arms, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Leonardo looked down at her and saw her slightly exposed neckline, which was likely the result of her struggle earlier. The refreshing scent of her shower gel drifted into his nostrils, telling him that she had just taken a shower.
“You took a shower and waited for me? At least you still have the self-awareness of Mrs. Emerson.” He smiled mischievously, and there was a sense of delight not only in his eyes but also in his voice.
“I didn’t know you were so narcissistic,” Summer scoffed. “And don’t call me Mrs. Emerson. We are no longer husband-and-wife. Your fiancée is Amber.”
Leonardo’s smile gradually faded at the mention of Amber.
A blanket of gloom clouded his eyes, and it was as though the delight from earlier had never existed.
He pulled her toward him in a tight embrace. “I dare you to say that again!”
Leonardo was getting angry.
Whenever he became furious, Summer would flinch.
However, when she was in a fit of rage, she did not care.
“Amber is your fiancée! You and I… Mmm…”
Before Summer could finish, Leonardo had descended on her with his kisses.
The kisses carried his anger, and they did not feel gentle or romantic.
When Leonardo finally pulled away, Summer’s lips felt numb.
He pressed his lips to her ear. “Say that again?” He was panting as he spoke in a creepily gentle voice.
Summer pushed him away. She stumbled back a little and pointed him to the door. “Get out!”
He pressed his lower lip with his index finger, suddenly smiling. His bold face reeked of evil.
“Am I someone you can summon on a whim? Who do you think I am?” Leonardo ignored her angry face and walked into the living room.
He had been living there with Summer for a period and was very familiar with the placement of things.
He approached the sofa and sat down before he took the water jar on the coffee table and poured himself a glass of water, feeling at home.
Deep inside, he was indeed treating Summer’s place as his home.
Leonardo just did not give a hoot, and Summer could not do anything about him.
She sat down opposite him, leaning back on the sofa and looking at him with her arms crossed. She appeared listless and tired.
“You only came after Rosie fell asleep?”
“Mhm,” he replied kind of bluntly.
“Why didn’t you bring her here?” When she told him to come over earlier, she meant for him to bring Rosie along. She could not believe that Leonardo did not know what she meant.
Even if it seemed like he did not, he was just pretending.
Leonardo did not defend himself. “She’s sleeping.”
Summer did not feel like she could talk to Leonardo again.
She got to her feet, wanting to go to sleep, but Leonardo stopped her. “Have you had your dinner?”
Summer was transfixed for a second before she realized what he was hinting at. “Are you hungry?”
Leonardo nodded like a child, his arrogant attitude disappearing.
She ignored him, knowing very well that he would try to get her attention one way or another.
Still angry, she glared at him. “Wait here!”
He quickly straightened his body the same way Rosie would when she anxiously waited for her food.
When Rosie was there, Summer felt that Rosie looked like Leonardo.
Now that Leonardo was there, she felt that Leonardo looked like Rosie.
It was mainly because the father and daughter had similar eyes. She could not bring herself to ignore him for real.
Leonardo’s lips curled into a smile, and he followed Summer into the kitchen.