Summer Sweetheart novel (Leonardo and Summer)

Chapter 148: Let's Sleep in Separate Rooms

Summer and Douglas bought a lot of things in the supermarket.

Half of them were Douglas’ snacks.

In his words, he was going to enjoy the upcoming winter vacation a big time.

When they were at the cashier desk, Summer took out her wallet but was stopped by Douglas. "You

are shopping with a man. How could I let a woman pay for me? I'll pay!"

Summer didn’t know what to say.

Did he forget that he was a man when he lived in her rented apartment and freeloaded?

Douglas earned money by helping others do homework and play games, and he worked quite hard.

Summer was naturally unwilling to spend his money, but she could not stop Douglas.

Douglas was still a thin adolescent, but he was very strong. He forcefully stopped Summer and paid the

money himself.

Summer had no choice but to give up. In any case, it was only a few hundred yuan. She could buy

something for Douglas later.

...

At night.

Just as Summer brought the dishes she made to the dining table, she saw Leonardo walk into the

dining room with an unhappy expression.

Summer asked, "What's wrong?"

"Uncle said that he would hold a dinner party at Golden Cauldron Club tomorrow night. He asked

Leonardo to bring you there." Douglas came in and answered Summer's question directly.

Summer looked at Douglas doubtfully and asked Leonardo, "What does he mean by dinner party?"

Leonardo did not say anything and sat down at the dining table.

"You don't want to go?" Leonardo's expression had already fully expressed his desire not to go to the

dinner.

Douglas whispered to her, "He doesn't want to see my uncle."

Douglas and his father, Michael, were at odds, and Summer could guess the reason more or less.

The reason was naturally related to Leonardo's mother.

As for the details, Summer did not quite understand.

Back in the room, Leonardo still had a cold expression.

Summer walked over and helped him untie his tie. "If you don't want to go, then don’t. He won't force

you."

Leonardo bent down slightly to make it easier for Summer to untie his tie.

However, as he bent down, he held her waist with her hands.

Summer glared at him. "Let go of me!"

Not only did Leonardo not let go, he even stroked her back and said, "You've already helped me with

my tie. Are you not going to take off my clothes?"

Summer pushed him, "You're daydreaming!"

"Then I'll help you take off your clothes." As Leonardo spoke, his long finger slid from the back of her

neck to the front.

The room was well heated. As soon as Summer entered, she took off her coat and was only wearing

one shirt. Leonardo's fingers slid down her collar and unbuttoned her shirt.

Summer felt that he was so shameless when they were together.

...

Saturday night.

Summer sat on the sofa in the living room. In front of her stood a row of makeup artists, stylists, and

dressers.

There was a row of dresses behind them.

"Who told you to send those dressed over?"

"It's Mr. Emerson."

Although she knew that no one else would send these dresses over other than Leonardo, she was still

a little irritated.

Last night, she asked Leonardo if he wanted to go to the dinner party, but he didn't answer. She

thought that he didn't want to go, so she didn't care about the dinner party anymore. Now that he had

sent these dresses over, it was obvious that he was preparing for the dinner party.

Summer, on the other hand, was completely unprepared.

"Mrs. Emerson, we don't have much time left. Do you think we should start fitting now?" the stylist

asked.

"Don't worry. Wait a moment."

After Summer finished speaking, she took out her phone and wanted to call Leonardo.

Just as she took out her phone, she got a phone call from Leonardo.

Summer picked up the phone but did not say anything.

Leonardo kept silent for a moment, and then asked, "Did you try on the dresses?"

"No." Summer held the phone in one hand and picked at her fingernails carelessly. Her tone sounded a

little loose.

Leonardo naturally recognized her displeasure.

He seemed to chuckle and said, "Just go to the dinner party please, and I can promise you a request.

You can ask me to do anything."

Summer stopped picking at her fingernails and asked, "Really?"

"Yes," Leonardo replied.

Summer sat upright, curled her lips and said, "Then let's sleep in separate rooms!"

"No way." Leonardo rejected her request directly.

Summer leaned back on the sofa. She knew that he would not agree to her request so easily.

"Then there's no need to discuss. I'm not going to the dinner party!" She’s got a temper, too!

Even if he decided to go, he still had to notify her in advance. But he just called a group of stylists over

and made a decision for her without asking her opinion! Who gave him the right?

She had to go just because he told her?

It was okay that Leonardo was confident, but he was too bossy.

Summer was different from Karen. She could not be like Karen who allowed Lynn to make decisions for

her. Not only did Karen not complain, she was even happy with it.

Summer hung up the phone directly.

She looked up at the row of stylists standing before her and said, "You guys can go back. I don't need

these dresses."

...

As Leonardo looked at the phone in his hand, a hint of shock flashed through his eyes.

Summer hung up his phone call?

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party, he did not expect her to be so resolute.

This was truly beyond his expectations.

The dinner party started at eight o'clock. It was six o'clock now, and it would start in two hours.

There wasn't much time left, so Leonardo picked up his coat, stood up and walked out.

Carl came in with a stack of documents. Seeing that Leonardo was about to leave, he stopped him

hurriedly. "Where are you going? We still have work to do!"

Who wanted to work overtime on Saturday? Carl would not have come if it weren't for the urgency of

his work.

"There's not much left. You can take care of it." Leonardo patted Carl on the shoulder and said

seriously, "If you do your work faster, you can go home by 12 o'clock."

Carl was speechless. Why did Leonardo seem to think that it was natural to work overtime until 12

o'clock on Saturday?

Carl was about to cry, "Damn it, whose company is this?"

Leonardo had already been at the door and turned around to say, "It's yours."

Carl was a little stupefied, but he didn't throw the documents on the ground. Instead, he threw them on

the desk and pointed at Leonardo. "In my lifetime, I haven't seen anyone more shameless than you!"

"Thank you."

Carl's lips twitched. He took out his phone, opened his browser, and typed in the search bar, "How can

I make a man with extraordinary willpower and intelligence kneel down to me?"