Summer Sweetheart novel (Leonardo and Summer)

Chapter 297 See Him

Tim sighed and asked, "Mr. Emerson, where are we going now?"

After a few seconds, Leonardo said, "Go to Summer's apartment."

Tim drove towards where Summer lived.

The car stopped at the apartment building where Summer lived. Before Leonardo got off the car, he

said, "You can leave now. You don't need to drive me home."

"Yes." Tim replied.

As soon as Leonardo got out of the car, Tim drove away.

When the doorbell rang, Summer was washing her face.

She had cried too much in front of Michael today that her eyes were swollen.

She heard the sound and knew it was Leonardo.

She looked through the peephole before opening the door. It was indeed Leonardo.

She opened the door and looked around before letting him in.

"Come in." Summer turned around and walked inside.

Leonardo followed behind her and sat down on the sofa.

"What do you want to drink? Water?" Summer said as she took a cup from the table and poured water

for him.

When she handed the cup to Leonardo, he grabbed her hand.

Summer pursed her lips and did not break free.

Leonardo pulled her to sit beside him. He wrapped her hand with his and asked, "What did he say to

you?"

"He told me about our daughter. He said that he would ask you." Summer paused and looked up at

Leonardo, "You allowed me to move out without hesitation because you knew he would come to me.

Right?"

Leonardo did not reply, but put her hand close to his lips and kissed it.

It was a light kiss. She felt a little itchy with his breath on her hand.

Summer kicked him, "Answer my question!"

"Oh." Leonardo replied carelessly but remained silent.

Summer could only continue to ask, "After Mr. Charlie fell down stairs, they did not frame me to harm

me. Instead, they were trying to see how much you care about me. So you pretended to be suspicious

of me in front of them, right?"

Leonardo still didn't say anything, but his silence meant a yes.

Summer continued to analyze in a clear and orderly manner, "Before the accident, Mr. Charlie asked us

to see him. He was a little strange at that time. My guess is Mr. Charlie might have discovered Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

something or wanted to do something. And your father found out about his plan. He didn't want to kill

Mr. Charlie, so he pushed Mr. Charlie down the stairs and blamed it on me, killing two birds with one

stone."

"The point is what is your father trying to hide? Is it the truth about the kidnapping of your mother?"

The more Summer thought about it, the more frightened she felt.

What exactly did Michael do? Why was he so desperate to hide it?

Leonardo put on a serious face when he saw Summer frowned and pondered.

He let go of her hand and put his hands on her shoulders. He said in a deep voice, "Summer, look at

me."

"What?" Summer turned to look at him.

Leonardo stared fixedly at her. His dark eyes concealed too many emotions. It was hard to tell what he

was thinking.

"You don't know anything now. What happened to my grandpa was just an accident. And I took Rosie

away because I want the custody. That's all you know. Understand?"

Leonardo gripped her shoulder so hard that Summer felt a little pain. But she didn't complain and just

asked, "Why?"

Leonardo ignored her question and asked, "Did you hear what I said?"

Summer turned her head to one side and said, "No."

She had known everything, but he still wanted her to pretend and stay aside.

Leonardo knew that Summer was mad at him and that she had listened carefully to what he said.

Leonardo continued, "Rosie is safe. Michael wants me to help him run the Emerson Group. Rosie is his

trump card, so she must be safe now. Don't worry."

"How can I not be worried?" Summer grabbed her hair in annoyance, "I'm concerned about both Rosie

and you."

Leonardo snorted, "You don't need to worry about me. Just remember, you are my wife. You can't fool

around with other guys."

They were talking about serious things. Why did he suddenly mention other guys?

Summer pushed him, "I'm serious."

"I'm serious too." Leonardo seemed to thought of something, and he said coldly, "Stay away from that

Jerome or what."

"I haven't seen Jerome since I returned to Hoover!" Summer glared at him.

Leonardo seemed to be pettier than a woman.

Leonardo sneered and narrowed his eyes. He said with a threatening tone, "You still want to see him?"

"No." It had been a long time that Summer saw his cold face.

She pursed her lips and said carefully, "No, I don't want to see him."

However, the Hoover City was small. Some day she would meet Jerome again.

Moreover, without his help, she wouldn't have managed to get abroad before. She owed Jerome a

favor.

"Keep your word." Leonardo leaned over and gave her a kiss as a reward.

Summer was amused.

Leonardo hugged her and kissed her for a while before he stood up to leave.

Standing at the door, Leonardo looked at her with a serious face, "I might not come here often in the

following days."

"Alright." Summer leaned against the door. She paused for a few seconds and then nodded.

Leonardo frowned, "That's it? Will you miss me?"

Summer felt that Leonardo was talkative today. She directly pushed him outside and said, "Just go."

After seeing Leonardo off, Summer returned to her room and sat on the sofa.

She thought of Jerome, whom Leonardo had mentioned earlier.

She felt that she should find some time to see him.

However, the last time she saw Jerome, he was different from the person she had known before.

Would he blame her for what she did last time?

She suddenly remembered that at the airport, Jerome told her that there were a lot of things behind the

Emerson family.

Did it mean that Jerome also knew something about the Emerson family?

Anyway, since both of them were all in Hoover city, they would meet sooner or later. Summer did not

intend to take the initiative to meet Jerome.

As Leonardo had said that he would not come to see her in the following days, he didn't show up.

Summer worked with the crew and discussed the script with Eliza occasionally. Her life was peaceful.