Predestined Marriage

Hearing Summer's words, Rosie carefully walked downstairs.

As soon as she arrived in the hall, she immediately released the maid's hand and ran towards Summer.

Summer squatted down, caught the flying sweetie, and kissed her.

But Rosie focused all her attention on the apples and just ignored Summer's kiss.

She turned to the page of that and showed it to Summer as if she was offering treasures, "Mom, look at the apples I drew."

The colorful lines were all over the page. It was difficult to make out the shape of an apple.

But Rosie was happy.

As she flipped through the picture book, she muttered to herself, "I'm going to draw three more apples and some meatballs...."

Summer had noticed that Rosie loved drawing very much. But she was still too young to draw something nice. She only chose the color she liked and paint it on the book.

Summer would not discourage her since she liked it.

She carried her to the sofa and sat down. Then, she took the painting and looked carefully for a while, smiling, "Well done! I believe that you will draw better in the future!"

Rosie grinned and covered her mouth. She seemed shy.

Summer gently poked her forehead, "Are you shy?"

Rosie grabbed her finger and chuckled. At this time, Leonardo came in from outside.

Children would like to receive recognition and praise from their parents. And Rosie was no exception.

She held the painting and ran towards Leonardo.

Knowing that Leonardo was in a bad mood, Summer stood up and shouted with worry, "Rosie!"

and raised her

eyebrows tightened as he saw the

heart jolted. She immediately shouted,

afraid that he would say something

to be as nice to Rosie as before. And he wasn't so patient, either. Summer was

a glance at her and

seconds later, he said,

little disappointed. She pouted and

the painting and looked up at Leonardo. Blinking, she pursed her lips

left, Leonardo went

stroke Rosie's head, "Dad

and looked at

you're good at drawing. You have to keep up the good work! Come

to be an innocent child who knew

of Leonardo's words, she couldn't

man. And this time,

and led Rosie to the kitchen. "Alright, let's go

meatballs!" Rosie was

to be able to be with

to make balls of various kinds of meat. They were mainly for Rosie. And since she was so

had been made, Summer cooked a few more

wanted to get revenge, she chose light flavors for the dishes,

paid special attention to Leonardo's

he looked up at Summer, as if he had known it was

head and looked

say anything but

snorted. She thought that Leonardo wasn't going to

refuse to eat the dish. Instead, he ate more

he went upstairs. He even ate more quickly than

at his receding figure. She said