Summer and Jessica exchanged glances and saw confusion in each other's eyes.
It had been a long time since Summer saw him. Why would he say that the moment he saw her? What was wrong with him?
"What's going on?" Jessica gently elbowed her and asked in a low voice.
Summer shook her head, "How could I know? Let's get out of here."
She indeed felt a thing for him before, and the sight of him once made her heart flutter.
But the feeling had already died away. She didn't like him anymore.
However, Jerome did not intend to give up just like that. He ran to Summer and blocked her path.
"Summer, we've known each other for so many years. You should know what kind of person I am." Jerome paused for a moment, as if he was considering what he was going to say.
Summer came out today to relax, but his importunate behavior just irritated her.
She took a deep breath and impatiently touched her long hair. She said coldly, "I don't know what kind of person you are. What I know is that if you have anything to say, say it to Vicky. She is your girlfriend."
"She's not. We've already spilt up." Jerome denied it with certainty.
Summer curled her lips and mocked him, "Oh, so you came to me after you broke up with her?
I don't pick up garbage on the streets."
"Summer!" Jerome's face changed, and his eyebrows furrowed tightly, as if he could not believe Summer would say such words.
"Sorry, I'm in a bad mood, but I don't think I'm wrong." Summer looked at him with a fake smile, "Do you have anything else to say?"
"Summer, we had some misunderstandings, and I know you and Leonardo are not married.
As long as you are willing to leave him, just come to me. I..."
Before he could say anything else, he was punched right in the face by a man who jumped out from the roadside.
He was not on guard, so he fell straight down to the ground.
It gave two girls quite a start.
"Jerome?" Summer reflexively called out his name before raising her eyes to look at the person who hit him.
Who could it be except Leonardo?
Leonardo stood several steps away from Summer with a cold face. His eyebrows crinkled coldly, and he emitted an icy cold aura that no one would dare approach him.
Summer paused for a moment before walking to him. "Why are you here?"
Jessica was more afraid of him than Summer was, especially when he wore his cold face. She rubbed her cold arms and quietly stepped back.
Jerome, who had just been knocked to the ground, had already gotten up. He frowned and stared at him. "Leonardo?"
They were at a street corner. The lights were dim and few people passed by, so no one noticed them.
Leonardo coldly swept a glance at Jerome and said, "Shut up."
The hair on Jerome's skin rose as fright snaked through his spine. He shut his mouth right away.
However, he thought Summer was also there. If he said nothing like Leonardo told him, he would be embarrassed.
Jerome then raised his head and said, "Don't be so cocky. Summer has nothing to do with you now. You can't control her."
Summer blessed him in her heart.
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