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.