Predestined Marriage

Leonardo was a little thirsty. He took over the glass and took a sip.

When he looked up again, he saw Summer's hesitant face. He lowered his eyes and looked at the glass. He took a deep breath, and then asked Rosie, "Where do you get the water?"

Rosie pointed to the bathroom with an innocent face. "From there. There's plenty of water. Do you want more, Dad?"

Rosie was treated like a princess at home. The maids took good care of her. How could she tell which water was drinkable and which wasn't?

Leonardo pursed his lips tightly and said with a serious look, "Don't get drinking water from there again!"

Rosie pouted and said, "Why? Pretty sister said it tasted good."

Summer recalled that Rosie had used the same glass to draw drinking water for her....

Wasn't it….an indirect kiss between her and Leonardo?

She didn't know if Leonardo was thinking of the same thing, but he gave her a thoughtful look.

Summer turned her head in a hurry. "My fiancé should be back soon. I'll go wait for him."

Then she walked out in a rush.

She didn't know that as she spoke, Leonardo's gaze was fixed on her lips.

When Summer walked out of Leonardo's apartment, she leaned against the wall, raising her head, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Why was she so nervous in front of Leonardo?

They did nothing but drinking from the same glass.

Why did she feel as if her heart was about to bump out of her throat?

She never felt the same way when she got along with Stanley every day.

Moreover, with such a cold personality and an illegitimate daughter, how could Leonardo be better than Stanley?

After a while, when Summer calmed down, she saw Stanley walking out of the elevator.

home and saw your phone and keys, so I went to the convenience

they walked in and out of the

felt a little guilty. She looked away.

seems like you can't

door beside them

Stanley turned and saw Leonardo standing at

reaching out for

our

she felt that Stanley wasn't surprised. Instead, he sounded

crossed his arms and said indifferently, "I didn't expect to

can get together sometime. Let’s go home and have dinner." As Stanley spoke, he smiled gently at Summer and held

curled her fingers, and Stanley could only clasp the back of her

was a physiological rejection. Every time Stanley came into contact with her, her

the past, Stanley would let go of her

Stanley was deliberately demonstrating something. He didn't let go of Summer's hand. Instead, his grip became even

their hands holding together. A complicated emotion flashed in his eyes as he

surprise, "Haven't you eaten

almost nine o'clock, but they

man like Leonardo, but how could a toddler like Rosie

indifferently without a

us for dinner? I've cooked

said just as Summer

answered so

turned around and shouted into the room, "Rosie,

over in her slippers. "Haven't we eaten

her hand and said with a natural look, "It was

Tim said...." Rosie wanted to argue with him, but Leonardo interrupted her. "Uncle Stanley and Auntie Summer invited us to dinner. What do

you, Uncle Stanley and ... Auntie

"Auntie Summer," she

were all her sisters, how could she call

Leonardo and then at Summer,

Rosie to Stanley's home for

to get the bowls when Summer served the