Predestined Marriage
Chapter 387 A Complicated Person

Jessica touched her arm and said, "I'm really not used to how you and Leonardo address each other now....'

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She shook her head, "How dramatic it is! I have never seen such a scene on TV."

Summer laughed out and said, "It's normal as Mr. Emerson and I are basically strangers now."

Jessica thought of Summer saying that Leonardo was smart.

"In fact, Leonardo is a man of exceptional intelligence." Jessica didn't want to talk with Summer about Leonardo anymore and changed the topic, "I have some old photos, and I'll send them to you. They are proof of your life in the past."

Summer nodded, "Alright. Thank you."

"Don't mention it. We've been friends for so many years!" Jessica shook the car key in her hand, "Don't you want me to drive you home?"

Summer shook her head, "No need. Hurry up and go home."

As she insisted on not letting Jessica drive her back, Jessica had to leave.

After Jessica drove away, Summer went home by taxi.

She had planned to go home directly. However, being caught in a traffic jam halfway, the driver took a detour. Summer therefore passed Stanley's psychological clinic on her way home. Then, Summer got off at his clinic.

As soon as she entered, the receptionist smiled and asked, "Hello, do you have an appointment?"

"No, I'm here to look for someone." Summer looked inside after she finished speaking.

It was her first time visiting here. It was just like home, which made her feel warm. It also looked new.

The receptionist was shocked for a moment before asking politely, "Who are you looking for?"

Summer said, "Stanley."

A look of surprise flashed across the receptionist's eyes as she involuntarily sized up Summer. She asked, "You're looking for Mr. Stanley? May I know your surname?"

The receptionist asked in a polite manner, yet her tone was full of doubt and questioning.

Summer had heard from Stanley that his clinic was small. He also asked her to come to him in her spare time.

It turned out that Stanley was rather busy. To visit him, one needed an appointment.

"Given he's busy, forget it. I have nothing urgent anyway." Summer just dropped in on Stanley. Since Stanley was busy, she'd better not bother him.

The receptionist did not say anything anymore.

All of a sudden, there came the sound of footsteps as well as people talking.

Summer turned round and saw Stanley and the other two people walking out of a room.

Beside him were a middle-aged woman and a teenage boy.

It looked like the woman taking her son to visit the psychologist.

Obviously, Stanley was surprised to see Summer. He hurriedly instructed the assistant to send the two out after talking with the woman for a while. Then, he strode towards Summer. Stanley walked to Summer and asked with a concerned expression, "Why do you suddenly come here? What happened?"

As soon as the receptionist saw Stanley's expression, she was dumbfounded.

Wasn't Mr. Stanley, who was young and successful, single?

Before Summer replied, Stanley put his arms around her shoulders, "Let's go inside."

Feeling uncomfortable, Summer shook off his hands as soon as she entered his office.

Stanley didn't care and poured her a cup of warm water.

Summer took the water and said, "Thank you. Actually, I just drop in on my way home."

Stanley asked, pretending not to care, "Where did you go?"

"I went out for dinner with a friend," Summer said, half-true.

Since Summer didn't have many friends now, Stanley asked, "Do you go out with Miss Jessica?"

Summer nodded, "Yes."

Holding the cup, Summer wrung her hands. She hesitated, looking upset.

Stanley paid close attention to her calmly. In front of the people she trusted, Summer was unable to lie, nor did she conceal her emotions.

Stanley sat down opposite her and asked in a relaxed voice, "Didn't you do anything else? Did you go shopping? Have you encountered paparazzi?"

The paparazzi had been after Summer and Jessica when they went shopping last time. Summer had mentioned it to him.

Summer pondered for a while before speaking out, "Stanley, did you know Mr. Emerson before?"

Stanley paused and asked, "Did anyone come to you?"

As he asked bluntly, Summer did not know how to continue.

He looked decent.

Summer felt that she was somewhat despicable doubting him.

Seeing Summer remained silent, Stanley asked in a serious voice, "Did Miss Jessica have a talk with you?"

Summer pursed her lips and said, "We indeed had a talk."

Stanley seemed not surprised. Without questioning closely what they had talked, he only asked, "Do you believe her?"

"I don't think she's lying to me." Summer believed Jessica.

Stanley laughed, "That's enough. You just need to follow your heart."

Summer was more confused after hearing his remarks.

She found that Stanley treated her as if he was her close friend rather than her betrothed husband.

Although they lived together, they seemed to be roommates, who didn't have feelings to each other.

Summer hesitated and asked what was in her heart, "Do we indeed get engaged?"

Stanley became somewhat indifferent after hearing the question. He asked in a mischievous voice, which was rare, "What do you think?"

Summer shook her head.

Stanley burst out laughing.

Afterwards, he stood up and asked, "Do you want to go home with me later? Or, do you want to go home now? If you want to go now, I can get a taxi for you."

It was clear that he was changing the subject. Summer could tell.

He must have hidden something from her.

Stanley was the first person she saw when she waked up from coma.

Currently, Stanley should be the person she was most familiar with.

However, she found Stanley the most complicated person.

Stanley patted her shoulder and comforted her, "Don't think too much. Let nature take its course."

Summer didn't say anything else. She nodded and said, "I'll go back with you later."

Anyway, she had nothing to do now.

Stanley called to order afternoon tea for her and let her have a rest in the lounge next to his office.

Stanley was busy with patients all the afternoon.

Summer could only hear him talking with others in a low voice, but she could not hear clearly.

She in fact wasn't curious. After all, she didn't want to peer at others' privacy.00000☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐