His Ugly Bride novel Chapter 370

After Summer finished speaking, she looked at Rosie again.

Putting her arms around Leonardo's neck, Rosie tilted her head and said sweetly, "Pretty Sister."

"Here." Summer replied, her voice unconsciously becoming gentle, "Rosie, you can't run around like today anymore."

Only at this time did Leonardo find out why he felt so familiar with this woman in front of him.

He remembered when he was waiting for the green light at the intersection that day, Rosie also called her "Pretty Sister."

In the past three years, many famous ladies were committed to approaching him, trying to present themselves with various ways. He didn't know why he wasn't interested in the so-called "beauties" at all. He felt they just looked the same.

He could not arouse the slightest interest even if it was Amber, Rosie's biological mother.

If he hadn't asked his man to compare his DNA with Rosie's, he wouldn't have believed that he had actually been with Amber.

The woman before him changed a lot and looked much better compared to last time.

Last time, he only took a quick glance. He only remembered that she was a skinny woman with a pale face, just like a ghost, as ugly as she could be.

Now it seemed like that she had grown some fat.

However, Leonardo's eyes fell on Summer's slender wrist. He suspected that he could crush her wrist bone with just a light pinch. His gaze was too sharp, like real knifes,

sticking Summer and making her uncomfortable.

She could only change the topic, "Mr. Emerson, you ... how did you know that it was an elder sister that Rosie found to make a phone calI for her?"

Leonardo looked back at her and said indifferently, "She calls everyone who is taller than her sister."

The truth was that Rosie would call whoever of the same sex she deemed beautiful "Pretty Sister" regardless of age.

"So that's the case." Summer nodded.

The phone in the bag suddenly vibrated. Summer took it out and found that it was from Jessica.

She held her phone but didn't answer it. She raised her head and hastily said to Leonardo, "Mr. Emerson, I really don't need any pay back. You must take good care of Rosie. She is still too young. I'll leave first."

After she said this, she looked at Rosie again and left.

As she walked, she took out her phone and answered Jessica's call.

"Sorry, I forgot to call you back." She was playing with Rosie, so she forgot about it.

It was at that moment that she realized that she actually liked the child very much.

"It's fine. Are you home?"

"On my way ... "

Just as Summer hung up the phone, Stanley called her.

It was quiet over the phone, "Where are you?"

Summer looked at the time and found it was already past six o'clock. She said, "I am still outside, but just about to take a taxi home. Have you already returned home?"

Stanley answered yes and then said, "Give me the address. I'll pick you up."

Summer knew that if Stanley continued talking to her, she would definitely be persuaded by him, so she hung up the phone directly, "Not necessary. Have a rest. I'll take a taxi and be back soon ... "

It was rush hour, so it was not easy to get a taxi.

The situation was even worse. Before Summer could catch a taxi, a thunderclap exploded and it began to rain.

Perhaps because it was the last thunderstorm at the end of this summer, it rained heavily. The raindrops, as big as beans, hit directly in her face, making her suffer.

Summer's thin clothes were drenched in the rain within just a few minutes, so it was useless even though she found an advertising board to

hide beneath.

Her phone rang again.

Summer narrowed her eyes and looked at it.