Summer Sweetheart novel (Leonardo and Summer)
Chapter 513 To Be Conscious of Being Mrs. Emerson

After Summer hung up, she was so angry that she wanted to throw her phone out.

She clenched it and snorted coldly, "Don't come back tonight!"

"What's wrong..." Jessica witnessed what happened between them, but she had no idea what Leonardo had said to Summer.

"I asked him to come home tonight. He said no and he didn't want to talk to me." When Summer recalled his tone, she gave a sneer.

Summer must be lying. Jessica didn't believe Leonardo didn't want to talk to Summer.

Jessica saw Summer was angry at this moment. She hesitated and then said, "He's just angry. I think Mr. Emerson will come to you tonight."

Summer forced a smile, "Better not."

When Summer returned home, it was already close to twelve o'clock in the midnight.

After washing up, she checked her phone.

There were neither missed calls nor text messages from Leonardo.

She paced back and forth in the room with her phone in hand.

Suddenly, she looked up at the door. After pondering for a moment, she walked over and opened it.

A tall man stood at the door. He was wearing a custom-made suit as usual. It was tidy and thin and his aura was undiminished.

They looked at each other for a few seconds before Leonardo lifted his foot in.

Summer stretched out her hand and blocked his way. "What did you say earlier?"

Leonardo's face hardened imperceptibly, and his tone was so indifferent that it gave no trace of abnormality away. "I come to get Rosie's toys."

Summer still held him back and said expressionlessly, "Mr. Emerson can't even afford to buy them for his daughter. Is the Emerson Group going bankrupt?" Leonardo's eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression darkened a little. Apparently, he was putting up with her.

After Summer finished speaking, she was about to close the door.

But Leonardo didn't give her the chance.

He blocked the door with one hand, wrapped his other arm around her waist, and lifted her up. In a flash, he entered the room. With a bang, the door was slammed shut.

The world quieted down.

They stood at the entrance, and Leonardo didn't let her go. They were so close that they could heard each other's breath clearly. Summer struggled for a while, but she couldn't break free from Leonardo's arm, and her embarrassment turned into anger. She kicked him in the shin. "Let go of me!"

Leonardo remained motionless, his eyes even shining with joy. "Go on."

"Leonardo!"

Summer raised her hand to hit him, but he grabbed her wrist.

She was not as strong as Leonardo, so she was trapped in his arms and let him do whatever he wanted to her.

He looked down and saw her collar come loose because of the struggle. The smell of the fresh bath gel on her body told him that she had just taken a bath.

"You even took a bath for me. You've finally come to your senses." Leonardo's face lit up as his eyebrows relaxed. His eyes glowed with lust, and there was even joy in his voice.

"Why didn't I notice you being so narcissistic before?" Summer retorted, "And don't call me wife. We are not a couple now. Your fiancé is Amber."

Hearing the name, Leonardo stopped smiling. His face darkened, and the pleasure on his face disappeared, as if into thin air.

He locked her in a firmer embrace and said coldly, "Say it again."

Leonardo was angry. When he was serious, Summer was afraid of him.

But if she got mad, she would ignore his feelings.

This was the moment.

"I say, Amber is your fiancée! Me and you ... um..."

Before Summer could finish her sentence, Leonardo sealed her lips with a kiss.

This was a kiss with anger, without the slightest tenderness or affection.

When he let go of her, Summer felt her lips numb.

Leonardo gasped slightly and whispered in her ear. His voice was strangely soft. "Do you still want to say it?" Summer pushed him away fiercely and staggered back two steps. She pointed at the door and shouted, "Get out!" Leonardo used his index finger to press the corner of his mouth. His lips curled into a smile, adding to his playfulness. "You act like I'm all yours. Who do you think I am?" With that, regardless of her wrath, he turned around and walked inside.

Recently, he lived here with Summer, so he was very familiar with the arrangement of the items in the room.

He walked to the sofa and sat down. He picked up the kettle on the coffee table and poured himself a glass of water as if he was at home. In his eyes, Summer's place was his home.

When Leonardo messed around, there was nothing Summer could do about it. She compromised and sat opposite him. She leaned against the sofa and looked at him with her arms crossed. She looked tired. "Did you wait for Rosie to go to bed?"

Leonardo answered her question seriously, "Yes."

"Why didn't you bring Rosie over?" She asked Leonardo to come because she wanted him to take Rosie here. She did not believe that he couldn't get it. Even if he said he couldn't, he must be pretending. Leonardo did not argue for himself and replied, "She is sleeping."

Summer felt that she could no longer chat with him.

She stood up to go back to her room, but Leonardo stopped her and said, "Did you have your dinner?" Summer was surprised and soon she understood what he meant and asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Yes." Leonardo nodded sincerely. He went gentler. Summer was thinking about ignoring him. However, she knew very well that even if she did so, he would replace a way to get her attention. Summer gave him a sullen look and said, "Wait!"

Leonardo sat upright, straightened his back, looked obedient like Rosie.

In the past, when Rosie was with her, Summer felt that Rosie and Leonardo looked alike.

Now when Leonardo was here, she had this feeling again.

It was mainly because of their eyes. Summer couldn't harden her heart and ignore him.

Seeing her entering the kitchen, Leonardo smiled and followed.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐