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!"

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

the word "discipline"

school. Why not go?" Summer agreed with what Leonardo

surprised to see how he

like a mouse running

Summer with a

no video games and very

was forbidden. Nothing he did could escape Leonardo's eyes. He thought he was almost living

had known better, he would never have

there was nothing he could do about the "discipline",

he was gone, Summer returned to the dining room for her

"No matter how Douglas gives you the puppy eyes, don't be soft

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

been soft

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

to Summer, he was already making up

stirred the pasta with a fork and took her

glance at her before he left.

...

Soon it was night.

bath. The room was still empty and Leonardo was still nowhere to

bed. But all she could think about

up before

the next day when she

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

could tell from the familiar scent

arm from her body, and rolled to the other side of the bed, far away from

He looked gentle with his hair a little messy and the collar of his pajamas down by half an

hadn't seen Leonardo for who he was, she would definitely be deceived by

the room, how he got into bed with her, and how he

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

a pillow at

the pillow without getting mad and went straight to

...