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!"

him aside. "She won't help. Your auntie has entrusted you to

stress on the word "discipline" gave Douglas

the age for school. Why not go?" Summer agreed with what Leonardo said. After all,

to see how he behaved in front of

mouse running into a cat, completely

Summer with a sad face, "You won't understand."

no video games and very

Nothing he did could escape Leonardo's eyes. He

known better, he would never have sneaked

could do about the "discipline", so he just went upstairs

he was gone, Summer returned to the dining

in, "No matter how Douglas gives you the puppy eyes,

sneered, "Oh, of course I won't. He's only pretending."

she had been

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

to Summer, he was already making up for it. It

the pasta with a fork and took her time

glance at her before he left.

...

Soon it was night.

was still empty and Leonardo was still nowhere to be

think about was what to do if Leonardo tried to do something to her later….

didn't show up before

already the next day when

to turn over, only to find herself held on tight.

familiar

body, and rolled to the other side of the bed, far

side with his face towards Summer. He looked gentle with his

Summer hadn't seen Leonardo for who he was, she would

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

was husky, carrying some implicit

throwing a pillow at him.

the pillow without getting mad and went straight

...