Predestined Marriage

Hearing that, Leonardo let go of her.

He took half a step back to look at her. "But they deserve to die."

"Are you forcing my grandfather to return because you want to kill him, too?" Summer felt a chill.

She thought she had a place in Leonardo's heart, but now she realized that she had been wrong.

"No," Leonardo said indifferently, "Of course I won't do anything to your grandfather. He wasn't involved in that case. He was just bribed by the Emersons."

"Then what exactly are you trying to achieve?"

Summer was a little confused, but she vaguely understood one thing.

Marco’s father might have been involved by some coincidence to know about Leonardo's mother's horrendous death.

This world was never black and white. Summer did not know what to think about Leonardo's deeds.

Nonetheless, her heart ached for him.

His mother had been so outstanding. If she had been around, Leonardo wouldn't have become like this.

He could have made it to the financial magazines covers and been admired by everyone.

However, he was obsessed with finding the mastermind behind the kidnapping.

Living in hatred and guilt, a man as noble and powerful as him could feel no joy.

"The Emersons thought he was making some people uneasy at home, so they sent him abroad," Leonardo paused for a moment before continuing, "Once he returns, some will lose their patience."

Something occurred to him, and his lips curled into a smile.

That smile was not from the heart, carrying bloodthirsty coldness.

However, his words were chillier for her after all.

"By 'some people' you mean the Emersons?"

Summer felt that she must have misunderstood.

truth was Leonardo smiled even more

As shocking as it was,

...

The next day.

surf the

was on financial news as well

was discussing

friends. Many people who

the Jarrett Group was

had been fifteen years since he left, and now he chose to return, which attracted the

news media were covering

who was beside

his arms. When Summer woke up, she pushed away his hands and moved to the side of the bed. Now,

back into his arms. His chin was against the top of her head. He glanced at her

of pride, like a child sought

face. "Why did you encourage the media to

wasn't as smart as Leonardo, and sometimes she couldn't keep up with

to inform those who

hands into the quilt, and said in a

recognized his strange tone, but it

her hands on his special parts. The scorching heat seemed to be melting

up for work!"

at night, they

the room was bright. She

then we have to hurry up.

"No...."

...

no matter how collected he was usually, was

they made out, it was about time

together to wash up, which

mirror and put on her

but urge him, "You can leave

low but gentle voice, "You look good enough

complimented her with extreme

her head away from him and said, "When you

were," Leonardo