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.

about some

she heard footsteps coming from

had returned the moment

him and continued to

saw the recipe in her hand from behind her. Seeing the

without turning

turned around and tried to stand on tiptoe to get the

been angry before that,

shin angrily.

Leonardo raised his eyebrows and said in a serious

glared at him, "Yes. It's annoying to see

lowered his head and lightly kissed Summer's

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

have guessed that she would do this. He held her

at the itch and shouted,

then did Leonardo let go

Leonardo

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

say anything and just looked at her

found another weakness

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

of dresses, the stylist was

the stylist, every dress looked good, but she felt

mirror and being

playing the beauty card

a bit like that

face, he was already being really gentle when he hugged her and softened his voice to call her

to be gentle, no woman can

...

later, the stylists had finally

expression, "Mrs. Emerson is so beautiful.

looked into

was flamboyant red, making her fair

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