Summer Sweetheart novel (Leonardo and Summer) novel Chapter 212

Summer ate a little too much at night and vomited violently, so it didn't smell good inside the car.

She didn't smell it herself, but Leonardo could feel it clearly.

He only frowned slightly. When she was done vomiting, he took a napkin and wiped her mouth. Then, he found a bottle of water in the car and handed it to her.

"Let's get out of the car." Leonardo's voice had calmed down.

He opened the door and got out of the car. He took off his coat and sweater, which were stained with Summer's vomit, leaving behind only a shirt.

However, Summer's clothes were not stained with it.

When she got out of the car, the cold breeze refreshed her.

Turning her head to look at Leonardo, who was wearing only a shirt, Summer couldn't help but ask, "Are you cold?"

When she looked at Leonardo, Leonardo also turned to look at her.

After throwing up, her eyes were wet and slightly red, and her face was pale. The way she pursed her lips and looked at him touched Leonardo's heart.

He was about to say "What do you think?", but it then turned into "I'm not cold."

Summer was ready for his sarcasm and she was about to said "It served you right" back to him. However, he said something else.

What a strange man. He didn't feel cold with just a shirt in sub-zero temperatures.

Leonardo was not just playing it cool. He literally wasn't cold, while Summer was shivering in the cold wind.

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The car was dirty, so they took a taxi back together.

As for his car, he asked a bodyguard to drive it back.

After returning home, Leonardo went shower in his study, and Summer in the bedroom.

When Summer came out of the bathroom, she discovered that Leonardo was already sitting on the sofa in front of the window in his nightgown.

He didn't turn on the big light in the room. Only a floor lamp shone beside him. He looked tender in the dim yellow light.

But no one knew better than Summer.

It was just her illusion that he was tender.

Summer walked towards him and was about to sit down beside him.

Unexpectedly, she was wrapped by his arms and tugged into his embrace just as she walked over.

He handed the glass of red wine from which he took a sip to her lips and said, "Want some?"

Summer frowned and pushed it away, "No." She didn't want to have anything after the shower.

Leonardo did not force her. He took a sip and then lowered his head down on her lips.

His tongue opened her lips, and the wine in his mouth flowed into hers.

Summer was off guard and almost choked on it.

Leonardo stretched out his hand and stroked her long hair, his movements gentle and placating.

He lowered his eyes, moved gently and slowly, and focused as if he was an artist, carving a precious and rare art piece.

After cleaning Summer's body, he moved away the sweaty bangs on her forehead and gently kissed on her forehead. His voice was so soft that she almost didn't hear, "I only have you."

Summer seemed to have heard someone whispering in her ear. She tried to open her eyes and only saw a blurry image, but she knew for sure it was Leonardo.

She was too sleepy. She raised her hand with great difficulty. And then she felt her hand was held by a big and warm palm. Feeling safe, she closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

Leonardo sat by the bed and stared at her for a long time before putting her hand back under the blanket.

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The next day.

When Summer woke up, Leonardo wasn't at her side.

She stretched out her hand and touched it. She felt no warmth, which meant Leonardo had already gotten up for a long time.

She helped herself up and leaned against the bed with her eyes closed, calculating her safe period.

But there was no guarantee of complete safety, so she decided to take pills.

She never thought about having babies.

Except for their unstable relationship, she had a lot more to do.

She was only twenty-two years old, and her life just began. She did not have a good mother, and perhaps she herself wasn't a good daughter.

Even if she had a child now, she knew nothing of parenting.