Predestined Marriage novel Chapter 113

"Summer, when is the dinner?" Douglas said, rubbing his belly.

"There won't be one."

Summer turned around and went back to her room.

She already had enough of all the shock and surprise from Leonardo. Another "dinner" was not necessary.

She had stayed up all night with Douglas in the Internet cafe last night. She was not so much hungry as sleepy.

Leonardo didn't let her go. He even had her bed removed. Since there was no other bedroom for her, she had to sleep in the master bedroom.

She wondered what more he could do? Ate her?

When she returned, Leonardo was already gone.

She took off her coat and got into the bed.

...

Summer slept for so long that when she woke up, it was already dusk.

She felt hungrier than she thought, almost starving.

She went downstairs and found no one there.

So she went to the kitchen looking for something to eat. She made herself some pasta and took it to the dining room. Before she started eating, she heard Douglas' cry from outside, "Summer, I don't want to go to school!"

"..."

Summer had a mouthful of her pasta, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and headed for the hall.

In the hall, Douglas was hugging Leonardo's legs on the ground, crying.

But there were no tears on his face.

Seeing Summer come out, he ran straight to her and cried, "I don't want to go to school!"

Leonardo walked over with a cold face. He seized him with his hand and threw him aside. "She won't help. Your auntie has entrusted you to me, you shall have discipline," he said coldly.

The stress on the word "discipline" gave Douglas the creeps.

"You are at the age for school. Why not go?" Summer agreed with what Leonardo said. After all, she knew Douglas was a handful.

But she was still surprised to see how he behaved in front of Leonardo.

It was just like a mouse running into a cat, completely chickened out.

Douglas shook his head and looked at Summer with a sad face, "You won't understand."

The discipline Leonardo talked about was no video games and very little pocket money....

Everything he wanted was forbidden. Nothing he did could escape Leonardo's eyes. He thought he was almost living in hell.

If he had known better, he would never have sneaked back home from abroad.

Douglas knew there was nothing he could do about the "discipline", so he just went upstairs instead.

After he was gone, Summer returned to the dining room for her pasta.

Leonardo followed her in, "No matter how Douglas gives you the puppy eyes, don't be soft on him."

Summer sneered, "Oh, of course I won't. He's only pretending."

After all, she had been soft on Leonardo before.

Leonardo heard the mockery in her tone. His brows knitted. Obviously, he wasn't happy about the sarcasm in her tone every once in a while.

Although he did lie to Summer, he was already making up for it. It wasn't something unforgivable.

Summer stirred the pasta with a fork and took her time to eat it, ignoring him.

Leonardo took another glance at her before he left.

...

Soon it was night.

Summer had finished her bath. The room was still empty and Leonardo was still nowhere to be seen.

She was wearing warm pajamas when she got into the bed. But all she could think about was what to do if Leonardo tried to do something to her later….

But he didn't show up before she fell asleep.

It was already the next day when she woke up again.

Summer opened her eyes, trying to turn over, only to find herself held on tight. She couldn't even move.

She could tell from the familiar scent that it was Leonardo.

She gritted her teeth as she removed his arm from her body, and rolled to the other side of the bed, far away from him.

Leonardo was already awake. He lay on his side with his face towards Summer. He looked gentle with his hair a little messy and the collar of his pajamas down by half an inch.

If Summer hadn't seen Leonardo for who he was, she would definitely be deceived by what she saw right now.

She looked vigilantly at Leonardo, wondering when he had returned to the room, how he got into bed with her, and how he put his arm around her.

Leonardo got out of bed and took another glance at her. His voice was husky, carrying some implicit messages, "What's the point of hiding when we've already slept together?"

Summer couldn't help throwing a pillow at him.

Leonardo caught the pillow without getting mad and went straight to the bathroom.

...

The noodles for breakfast were Douglas' request.

Summer wasn't going to cook, but Douglas pleaded her, "We are both victims of Leonardo. You should cook breakfast for the sake of that…."

Although she wanted to deny it, it was the truth.

She cooked three bowls of noodles.

After Douglas took his bowl out, Summer took another bowl and added half a jar of salt into it. And then, she slowly stirred the noodles.

Summer beamed with satisfaction. She took it to the dining room and placed it in front of Leonardo.

Leonardo was surprised to see that Summer cooked breakfast for him.

With a faint smile, Summer served the noodles to his mouth. "Try some," she said gently.

Leonardo looked up and saw the excitement in her beautiful round eyes.

There must be something fishy about his noodles.

Under Leonardo's insightful gaze, Summer was so intimidated that she even wanted to change the bowl before it was too late.

However, the next minute, Leonardo ate the noodles she served. "It tastes good," he said in a straight face.

Even if it was bitterly salty, it was still like the ones his mother used to cook for him.

The look on his face wasn't what Summer had expected. He took the chopsticks in her hand started to eat the rest of them.

Summer watched as he finished all his noodles without even batting an eye.

Was he still the same Leonardo who was threatening her the night before?

Summer looked at him with a complicated look and then served him a large glass of water.

Leonardo took the glass with a little laugh. The joy of victory flashed through his eyes.

Whether it was playing tricks or the victim, Summer was no match for him.

She tried to take revenge on him, and he simply followed her will.

But she was too soft-hearted.

It was obvious judging from her attitude towards the Jarretts.