Predestined Marriage
Chapter 401What Kind of Person Is He?

Then Leonardo picked Rosie up and hugged her in the same way as he had just hugged Summer.

Rosie was obviously uncomfortable to be hugged in this way, and she seemed to be lying in his arms.

She was about to get up with her short legs, and Leonardo hugged her straight.

With one hand holding Rosie, he turned around and pushed open the door of the study with the other hand.

He walked in and looked at the mess in the room. After pondering for a moment, he put Rosie aside and squatted down to pick up the documents.

Rosie probably felt that the room was too messy. She tiptoed to the sofa, twisted her body and climbed onto the sofa neatly. She rubbed the little tiger puppet in her arms and looked at Leonardo. The child was very active. A few seconds later, she asked Leonardo curiously, "Dad, what are you doing?"

Leonardo said without raising his head, "These papers fell to the ground. I have to pick them up."

"Oh, I'll help you." Rosie excitedly slipped off the sofa, ran to Leonardo, and started to help him pick up the scattered papers on the ground.

However, she did not fold the paper neatly like Leonardo did. She just held it all in her arms and wrinkled it into a ball. Then, she gave it to Leonardo with a proud expression, "I picked it up!" Leonardo took it over and touched her head, "You should go play."

Rosie pursed her lips and said, "Alright."

She found picking up things not fun.

At her age, she was fond of colorful and cute little toys, and had no interest in these white papers with black characters printed on them.

When Leonardo picked up these papers and put them back, someone knocked at the door.

Leonardo's voice was slightly cold, "Who is it?"

Summer paused outside the door before saying, "It's me. Is Rosie still here? I prepared a glass of milk for her. It's time for her to take a bath and sleep."

Leonardo realized that it was almost ten o'clock.

He turned around to look at Rosie and found that Rosie was listening to Summer carefully.

She sat obediently on the sofa and tilted her head slightly, her eyes rolling around. Obviously, her attention was attracted by Summer's warm voice outside the door. Leonardo chuckled and asked her, "Listen, who is calling you?"

She stretched out a finger to her mouth with a pleasantly surprised expression, "Mom is calling me. It is time for my milk."

A trace of surprise appeared in Leonardo's eyes, "Isn't it Auntie?"

"You said she mom." Rosie spoke a little quickly and skipped the word "is" in the middle.

After she finished speaking, she jumped off the sofa and said, "I'm going to open the door!"

Leonardo watched as she ran to the door, tiptoed to open the door. He didn't come to help her.

He picked up the folder in front of him and walked behind his desk, locking it in the drawer at the bottom.

Then he looked up and saw that Rosie had already opened the door of the study room called out "Mom" sweetly. Summer held a cup of warm milk in her hand. After hearing this, she was surprised.

It was like a dream. After a while, she asked Rosie in disbelief, "What did you call me?"

"Mom." Rosie probably felt Summer's emotions change, so she said with a straight face.

This surprise came too suddenly, and Summer was too surprised to adapt to it.

"I ... I heated the milk for you..." Summer stammered. She squatted down and handed the milk to Rosie.

Rosie's eyes lit up. She reached out to take the milk from Summer's hand and drank it.

Summer was worried that she wouldn't be able to hold the cup, so she raised her hand to help her hold the cup. Rosie obediently gulped down a glass of milk.

She held up the empty cup and showed it to Summer, "I'm done!"

Summer's heart was softened. "Rosie is really amazing! I'll heat the milk for you tomorrow night, okay?" "Alright!"

Rosie happily raised her cup and turned around to see Leonardo.

Summer's warm gaze also followed Rosie, only to discover that Leonardo had already walked to the door.

He was leaning against the door frame, folding his arms and looking at Rosie with an indifferent expression.

Rosie looked at Leonardo expectantly, "Dad, look! I drank all of them!"

Rosie had just drunk milk and had a white milk mustache on her lips.

Leonardo curled his lips and reached out to wipe off the milk mustache on her lips. His deep voice carried a hint of inconspicuous smile, "Did you say thank you?" Rosie turned around and said to Summer, "Thank you, Mom!"

When Rosie called her mom, Summer was surprised.

It was impossible for Rosie to call her mother on her own initiative. Leonardo must have said something.

She felt that Leonardo was too complicated and difficult to understand.

He was arrogant, but sometimes he was a little childish, and even a little ... considerate.

Summer looked at Leonardo with mixed emotions.

After Summer finished bathing Rosie and put her to bed, she saw Leonardo.

Leonardo had already taken a shower and was wearing a pajama. His sharp aura had been reduced a lot.

Summer took a deep breath and said, "Thank you."

It must be Leonardo who taught Rosie to call her mom.

Although she did not know why Leonardo did this, Summer was very grateful to him.

Rosie seemed to like her very much, but, Rosie still liked Leonardo more, who had been taking care of her.

There was no doubt about it.

Therefore, Rosie liked to listen to Leonardo.

Rosie's bedroom door was not shut. Leonardo pushed the door open and looked inside. Seeing that Rosie was sleeping soundly with a small puppet in her arms, he turned his gaze away. Leonardo glanced at Summer and said faintly, "Only a childish person will just say thank you."

With that, regardless of Summer's feeling, he turned around and left.

Summer was shocked.

Did Leonardo say that because she had called him a childish man?

Summer felt it unbelievable.

It was often said that a great person was easy to forgive other's mistakes.

Why would Leonardo not let go of every word that she said that didn't satisfy him?

Not only that, he would also seize any opportunity to throw what she had said to her and step on her.

Summer returned to her room. The more she thought about it, the more confused she felt.

Thus, she dialed Jessica's number.

Jessica's voice was still full of vitality, "Summer!"

"Jessica, I have something to ask you."

"What is it? Tell me." The sound of pouring water rang out from Jessica's side.

Summer pondered for a moment and used a more conservative method to ask, "What kind of person is Leonardo?"

"Well..." Jessica coughed.000☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐