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.

had been thinking about some new dishes recently. She planned to try one

reading the recipe, she heard footsteps coming

Leonardo had returned the

him and continued

the name of one dish on

turning her head,

tried to stand on tiptoe to get the book, but she was much shorter than him

had been angry before that,

angrily. "Give me the

raised his eyebrows and said in a

at him, "Yes. It's

put the recipe aside, lowered his head and

a low voice, "Didn't you want to help me? I have to ask the help of my dear wife for this

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

out to scratch her ears. Leonardo seemed to have guessed that she would do this. He held her hand quietly and kissed her ear

at the itch and

then did

they turned red. Leonardo couldn't

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

and just looked

have found

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

on five sets of dresses, the stylist was

every dress looked good, but she

in front of the mirror and being

Leonardo playing the beauty

that

usually gloomy and cold face, he was already being really gentle when he hugged her and

like Leonardo tried to be

...

the stylists had finally finished their

expression, "Mrs. Emerson is so

looked into the

was flamboyant red, making her fair skin look

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