Predestined Marriage

Chapter 149: Please, My Dear Wife

Carl discovered that there were many similar questions on the Internet.

But the following answers are essentially the same:

"How long have you been knelt down to him?"

"It is impossible. Before you can make him kneel down, you will give in first."

"Naive."

"There was once a person who asked this question. Then ... he died."

"..."

What the hell were these comments?

Carl looked at many similar posts and found that they had basically the same answers.

There was also a poster came back to answer his own question with only one sentence. "Kneeling down doesn’t feel that bad!"

Carl threw his phone aside and sat down to deal with the documents.

He was also very desperate for being unable to defeat Leonardo.

...

It took Leonardo 20 minutes to get home.

Although Summer asked the stylists to go back, they were unwilling to leave.

She had no choice but to serve them tea in the living room, while she went to the kitchen to cook dinner leisurely.

When Leonardo returned, they had already drunk enough tea. When they saw Leonardo, it was as if they saw a savior. "Mr. Emerson!"

Leonardo glanced at them and asked the bodyguard, "Where is Mrs. Emerson?"

"She is in the kitchen." The bodyguard pointed at the kitchen.

thinking about some new dishes recently. She planned to

reading the recipe, she heard footsteps coming

had returned the moment she heard

and continued to

in her hand from behind her. Seeing the name of one dish on it, he

Summer said without turning her head, her

of his height. Summer turned around and tried to stand on tiptoe to get the book, but she was much

that, and now she was even

angrily. "Give

than me?" Leonardo raised his eyebrows and said in a serious

at him, "Yes. It's

smiled instead of being angry. He put the recipe aside, lowered his head and lightly kissed Summer's lips. He hugged her before she

want to help me? I have to ask the help of my dear

purposely made his voice deep, so that that sound of that “wife”

she would do this. He

neck at the itch and shouted, "I'll go,

did Leonardo

Leonardo couldn't

she pushed his hand away, "Don't be like that. I'm going to try on the

didn't say anything and just looked at

found another weakness of

pushed him away rudely and went

of dresses, the stylist was finally satisfied

good, but she felt that

and being dressed up by them, Summer

Leonardo playing the beauty card

bit like that he was trying

he was already being really gentle when he

man like Leonardo tried to be

...

stylists had finally finished

a stunned expression, "Mrs. Emerson is so beautiful. Go downstairs and let Mr.

looked into the

her fair skin look like it could

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