Predestined Marriage

"Summer, when is the dinner?" Douglas said, rubbing his belly.

"There won't be one."

Summer turned around and went back to her room.

She already had enough of all the shock and surprise from Leonardo. Another "dinner" was not necessary.

She had stayed up all night with Douglas in the Internet cafe last night. She was not so much hungry as sleepy.

Leonardo didn't let her go. He even had her bed removed. Since there was no other bedroom for her, she had to sleep in the master bedroom.

She wondered what more he could do? Ate her?

When she returned, Leonardo was already gone.

She took off her coat and got into the bed.

...

Summer slept for so long that when she woke up, it was already dusk.

She felt hungrier than she thought, almost starving.

She went downstairs and found no one there.

So she went to the kitchen looking for something to eat. She made herself some pasta and took it to the dining room. Before she started eating, she heard Douglas' cry from outside, "Summer, I don't want to go to school!"

"..."

Summer had a mouthful of her pasta, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and headed for the hall.

In the hall, Douglas was hugging Leonardo's legs on the ground, crying.

But there were no tears on his face.

Seeing Summer come out, he ran straight to her and cried, "I don't want to go to school!"

his hand and threw him aside. "She won't help. Your auntie has entrusted you to

stress on the word "discipline" gave Douglas

school. Why not go?" Summer agreed with what Leonardo said. After all, she knew Douglas was a

surprised to see how he behaved

was just like a mouse running

head and looked at Summer with a sad

discipline Leonardo talked about was no video games and very

he did could escape Leonardo's eyes. He thought he was

he would

knew there was nothing he could do about the "discipline", so he just

returned to the

followed her in, "No matter how Douglas gives you the puppy

course I won't. He's only

been soft on Leonardo before.

tone. His brows knitted. Obviously, he wasn't happy about the sarcasm in her tone

to Summer, he was already making up for it. It wasn't

the pasta with a fork and took her time to

glance at her before he left.

...

Soon it was night.

empty and Leonardo was still nowhere

wearing warm pajamas when she got into the bed. But all she could think about was what to do if Leonardo tried to do something to

show up before

was already the next day when

opened her eyes, trying to turn over, only to find herself held

familiar scent that it was Leonardo.

teeth as she removed his arm from her body, and rolled to the other side of the bed, far away from

awake. He lay on his side with his face towards Summer. He looked gentle with his hair a little messy and the collar of his pajamas

for who he was, she would definitely be deceived by what she

wondering when he had returned to the room, how he got into bed with her,

got out of bed and took another glance at her. His voice was husky, carrying some implicit messages, "What's the point of hiding when we've

throwing a pillow at

getting mad and

...