Predestined Marriage

Rosie held a little tiger puppet in her hand and shouted happily, "Mom!"

Summer didn't pull a face in front of Rosie. She smiled at Rosie, and Rosie walked into the room with the little tiger puppet in her arms.

After Rosie entered, Summer noticed that Rosie was carrying a small schoolbag.

It was purely a toy schoolbag.

Seeing Summer fixing her eyes on Rosie's schoolbag, Leonardo explained, "There are building blocks inside."

Hearing this, Summer turned to look at Leonardo, who had already walked in with his suitcase.

He entered the room, as if it was a matter of course.

Rosie was familiar with Summer's place. She climbed onto the sofa and sat down, pouring the toys in her schoolbag onto the sofa.

Summer glanced at her and pulled Leonardo out.

Outside the door, she let go of Leonardo and said, "Leonardo, stop messing around!"

Remaining composure, Leonardo looked at her calmly. "You don't want to live at home, so I move here with Rosie. What's wrong?"

"You know I'm not talking about it." Summer stretched out her hand to support her forehead, feeling a little irritated.

Leonardo was deliberately misinterpreting her statement.

"What do you mean?" Leonardo asked patiently, without a trace of impatience in his tone.

Summer moved her lips, but failed to find the proper words to answer him.

Leonardo suddenly took half a step forward. The tip of his shoe was against hers. When he lowered his head, he could see the long eyelashes on her slightly drooping eyelids.

In short, they were extremely close.

"I am Leonardo, the one you met three years ago. Besides, I'm Rosie's father. Although only a part of my memory has come back to me, I know everything happened afterwards. I am who I am. What are you worried about?"

was deep and gentle, sounding

almost forgot that Leonardo had a gentle side

through her, but she denied. "I don't

the same as before. Summer needed time

to help him think of everything or to make Leonardo

Leonardo suddenly remembered

remember now, he had feelings for

that time, they

knew all about it, but he did not have those memories, nor did he have the sense of reality that he had experienced them. Summer

What Leonardo said was a statement, and he did not seem to want

"Leonoodle!"

voice

Summer's

hand, but he held her hand so tightly, like a pair

turned to look at Leonardo,

upset, but Rosie was in the room, so

and ran

of Summer’s hand. He looked at Rosie with

furrowed even more

didn't, but

"It was you!"

Leonardo raised his eyebrows slightly, looking

who was

the sofa

Rosie's dejected back, Summer asked Leonardo,

too small to hold it, so she put it in the suitcase." Leonardo, who had

to reply. She shook off his hand and said softly,

serious tone, "The bed in the

After a moment, she asked him, "What

a faint smile on his handsome

afraid that Summer wouldn't understand him, he deliberately slowed down and said, "I euphemistically ask

pursed her lips in dissatisfaction. "The bed in the master bedroom is