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!"

words. She happily ran to Leonardo and raised her painting book, "Daddy, Daddy, look at the apples. I drew big

as he saw

jolted. She immediately shouted,

afraid that he would say something

so patient, either. Summer was afraid

glance at her and then went back

seconds later, he said, "I

praise, Rosie was a little

looked up at Leonardo. Blinking,

soon as she left, Leonardo

head, "Dad also thinks you drew

and looked at

good at drawing. You have to keep up the good

be an innocent child who knew nothing. She can be cheered

upstairs. Thinking of Leonardo's words, she couldn't help but

a man. And

to the kitchen. "Alright, let's go make

meatballs!" Rosie was

able to be with the kid after

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

made, Summer cooked a

revenge, she chose light flavors for the

paid special attention to Leonardo's expression while

bite, he frowned. Then, he looked up at Summer, as if

head and

anything but lowered his head to eat

that Leonardo wasn't going to eat the dishes she

the dish. Instead, he ate more

he finished, he went

pointed at his receding figure. She said to