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!"

She happily ran to Leonardo and raised her

as

jolted. She immediately shouted,

afraid that he would say

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

looked up, took a glance at her and then

seconds later, he said, "I

was a little disappointed. She pouted and

up at Leonardo. Blinking, she pursed her

she left, Leonardo

head, "Dad also thinks you

her little bun-like face and looked at her

have to keep up

child who knew nothing. She can be cheered up by a few nice words and

of Leonardo's words, she couldn't

a man. And

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

Let's make meatballs!" Rosie was excited, bouncing and

was not bad to be able to be with

kinds of meat. They were mainly for Rosie. And since she was so young, she couldn't have much.

the meatballs had been made, Summer cooked a few

she chose light flavors for the dishes, none of

special attention to

took the first bite, he frowned. Then, he looked up at Summer, as if he had known it was

head and

not say anything but lowered his head to eat

that Leonardo wasn't going to eat the

to eat the dish. Instead, he

went

at his receding figure. She said to Summer,