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 try one

the recipe, she

that Leonardo had returned

not to notice him and

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

Summer said without turning her

of his height. Summer turned around and tried

that, and now she was even

kicked Leonardo's shin angrily.

more attractive than me?" Leonardo raised his eyebrows and said in

him, "Yes.

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

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

and pleasant, not to mention that he had purposely made his voice deep, so that that sound

her ears itch. She reached out to scratch her ears. Leonardo seemed to have guessed that she would do this. He held her hand

the itch and shouted, "I'll

you." Only then did Leonardo let go

Leonardo couldn't

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

anything and just looked at her with

found another

funny? Stop laughing!" Summer pushed him away rudely

tried on five sets of dresses, the

words of the stylist, every dress looked good, but she felt that Summer could try

the mirror and being dressed up by them,

playing the beauty

like that he was trying

already being really gentle when he hugged her and softened his voice

man like Leonardo tried to be

...

later, the stylists had finally finished

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

into the

dress was flamboyant red, making her fair skin look like it

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