Rosie used to be quite into cartoons, and nothing could distract her. But now she was saying they were boring?
Summer asked tentatively, "Then what do you want to watch?"
Rosie hopped off the sofa and went upstairs without a word. Summer followed and saw her drawing on the ground with a board.
Rosie was focused and ignored Summer. Summer tried to talk to her, but she wasn't interested.
In her own comfortable zone, the girl no longer cared about what was happening around her.
Summer sat with her for a while and went downstairs to prepare lunch. She did not plan to eat lunch here but simply wanted to cook for Rosie. The servants left the kitchen quietly to make room for her.
Leonardo would not return at noon, and Kate had left, Rosie's lunch was covered by Summer. Therefore, the servants did not need to cook for them.
Summer put in some effort to make the food cute, as little girls liked lovely stuff. Summer walked out of the kitchen with the lunch, smiling.
When she passed the hall, someone entered the house. She looked up and saw Leonardo prancing into the hall.
Leonardo also looked up, and they locked eyes with each other. When Summer thought of what happened yesterday, she looked away in a fluster and went upstairs, as if she hadn't recognized him.
She just kept walking and smothering her urge to look back at him. What was so good about him?
Last night at the Golden Cauldron Club, he had turned a blind eye to her. She knew he was determined to stay away from her.
Everyone has his bottom line and dignity to protect, and she was no exception!
When she reached upstairs, she discovered her palms were sweaty, and the tray was slimy, too. She was inexplicably nervous. Why?
She brought the lunch to Rosie and watched her finish it before leaving the room. Then, she couldn't help but glance at Leonardo's study, but the door was shut.
She had been in Rosie's room for almost half an hour, and Leonardo might have come back for important documents and left already. With that thought, Summer relaxed a little.
However, she saw him sitting on the sofa in the hall when she reached the staircase. Her heart was in her throat again. Why was he still here? She dithered over whether to go downstairs or not. She glanced down and saw he was on his phone.
Just then, his phone rang. He picked it up, so she was relieved and went downstairs. She arrived at the hall, handed the plate to a servant, and walked to the front door.
Leonardo's voice came from behind her, "Stop! " It was low and deep, without emotions.
She was surprised but didn't stop. Instead, she picked up her pace and then scooted.
She vaguely heard him sneer, but she ignored it. She hated to stay in the same room with Leonardo, who had nothing to do with her anymore.
Things could go wrong so quickly between two people. They were not married. Besides being Rosie's parents, they were like strangers to each other.
But in fact, he had transferred the Emerson Group to her, so their relationship could also be considered professional. Summer was overthinking this.
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