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!"

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

on the word "discipline"

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

still surprised to see how he behaved

just like a mouse running into

looked at Summer with

talked about was no

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

known better, he would

nothing he could do about the

gone, Summer returned to

her in, "No matter how Douglas gives you the

sneered, "Oh, of course I won't.

been soft

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

already making up for

took her time to

took another glance at

...

Soon it was night.

The room was still empty

wearing warm pajamas when she got into the bed. But all she could think about

didn't show up before she

was already the next day when

over, only to find herself held on tight. She couldn't even move.

from the familiar

his arm from her body, and rolled

He looked gentle with his hair a little messy and the collar of his

Leonardo for who he was, she would definitely

looked vigilantly at Leonardo, wondering when he had returned to the room, how he got

her. His voice was husky, carrying some implicit messages, "What's the

couldn't help throwing a pillow at him.

pillow without getting mad and

...