Predestined Marriage

After a while, Summer said, "Do you think it is possible?"

Jessica went silent for a moment, "I ... think that it's not impossible ..."

It was not impossible. However, it was only Jessica's guess.

Ever since she broke up with Leonardo, Summer had been struggling in unrealistic hopes and suffering from despair again and again.

She didn't want to speculate about Leonardo's thoughts like that anymore. That was too tiring.

"You know what? When the building of the Emerson Group caught fire, I was inside."

Summer paused, and Jessica did not interrupt. She knew that Summer had not finished.

"When everyone was running for their lives, I went upstairs to look for him and Rosie. But when I met him in the corridor, he escaped without me."

This was not the first time Leonardo had left without her. Summer's tone was very calm, as if she was talking about other people's affairs.

Jessica couldn't believe it, "Is Mr. Emerson really like that?"

"Yes," Summer replied and sighed slightly.

Jessica didn't know what to say to comfort Summer.

Summer directly changed the topic, "I have to finish washing the dishes, and Rosie will wake up soon."

"Fine. Talk to you later. Goodbye!"

Jessica hung up the phone and felt somewhat upset, so she picked up the phone and called Carl.

Carl always answered Jessica's phone very quickly.

the phone as soon as it

wrong?" Carl was always like this when

already been accustomed to it, "I'll hang up then

Carl shouted to stop Jessica from hanging up, "Come

Carl unless she needed him. However, he was still happy to receive Jessica's

in

did not ask her why

hung up the phone, she thought about what Jessica had said. Actually, she had a

be her bodyguard. However, it was even more impossible for her to believe that Leonardo had sent Bruce

despair again and again, Summer would not have any more fantasies about Leonardo. However, she felt that it was necessary to sound out

her mind and decided to invite Bruce over

the ingredients. It was weird that Bruce was still wearing a thick

saying anything, Bruce took the lead and said, "Ms. Summer, what's the

for giving me the plants. I'd like to invite you over for dinner." Summer slightly smiled, trying to look honest

refused without thinking, "Thank you. But I'm not

be that

and sending me to the Emerson Group. If you don't come, you'll make me feel guilty." Summer turned around to look at her house

"Ms. ..."

left, pretending that she did not

the door with a frown and took out

home,

fighting and killing for justice. She did not like the

went over to cook with Summer. Summer gave her a

the corn. By the time Summer had prepared two dishes, Rosie had already stripped almost one corn, and she

Rosie had always been

long, Rosie raised her head and looked at her, "Mom, are you

use your corn soon." Summer regained her

the corn silk mixed in the kernels before