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.

been thinking about some new dishes recently. She planned

was reading the recipe, she heard footsteps coming from

knew that Leonardo had returned the moment she

to notice him and continued to focus on her

her. Seeing the name of one dish on it, he raised his eyebrows

without turning her head,

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

angry before that,

Leonardo's shin angrily. "Give me the

Leonardo raised his eyebrows and said in a

"Yes. It's

his head and lightly kissed Summer's

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

that he had purposely made his voice deep, so that that sound

seemed to have guessed that she would do this. He held her hand quietly and kissed her ear lightly. "Are you going to the dinner

neck at the itch and

did Leonardo let go

turned red. Leonardo couldn't help

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

didn't say anything and just looked at her with a

seemed to have found another weakness

funny? Stop laughing!" Summer pushed him away rudely and

sets of dresses, the stylist

stylist, every dress looked good, but she felt that Summer could try something

in front of the mirror and being dressed up by them,

playing the beauty card on her

bit like that he was trying to

being really gentle when he hugged her and softened

like Leonardo tried to be gentle, no woman can

...

the stylists

"Mrs. Emerson is

looked into

making her fair

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