Summer Sweetheart novel (Leonardo and Summer) novel Chapter 293

After Summer said that, the room fell into a deathly silence.

The two of them stood face to face, staring at each other, neither of them were willing to compromise.

After a while, Leonardo sighed slightly and said with a rare hint of fatigue, "They have some misgivings about me. I can't let you take risks."

Over the years, he had not found a clue to his mother's case. Even if there came some clues, he couldn't trace them anymore.

He had also thought that perhaps he was overthinking.

Perhaps the kidnapping of him and his mother was just an accident.

What happened to Mr. Charlie changed his mind.

Before the accident, Mr. Charlie reached Leonardo and said that he would tell Leonardo everything he wanted to know after the New Year if everything went well by that time.

However, Mr. Charlie had not been able to pass that year peacefully.

On the morning of New Year's Day, he fell down the stairs. When he woke up, he had already lost his mind.

Afterward, she was framed as the murderer.

All of this was a warning from one of the Emersons.

He or she didn't want Leonardo to know the truth behind his mother's case back then. They kept threatening him with people around him.

Summer shook her head and said, "Even if I don't risk my life, can I not get involved in this?"

She added, "You know better than I do what happened to Grandpa. Even if I don't do anything, they won't let me go. I don't understand why they did everything they could to give you a hard time."

Summer also thought through all the stuff in the past few days.

After the accident of Mr. Charlie, she once suspected Michael and Violet.

On New Year's Eve, she saw the two of them sneaked into a room. Then, Mr. Charlie fell down the stairs, and she was framed as the murder.

All those seem to be well-planned.

She did not know why they did that, nor did she know what Leonardo was hiding.

After Rosie disappeared, it suddenly hit her that while threatening Leonardo, they also wanted to restrain him.

They wanted Leonardo to be obedient.

After Summer finished speaking, she looked up at Leonardo.

She thought that it would be good if Leonardo could tell her a little bit about the truth.

Leonardo only shifted her attention, "I'm hungry."

"Well, then you should go eating." She leaned to the side and signaled for him to leave.

Of course, Leonardo did not leave, and he sat down on the big sofa and said leisurely, "I don't cook."

Summer didn't waver at all, "Go to the restaurant."

The expression on Leonardo's face was the same as usual. His tone was both serious and rogue, "Foods in the restaurant are not delicious."

Summer walked up to him and said, "You just made up your mind to stay with me, didn't you?"

Leonardo leaned back and said deliberately, "We have already registered for marriage."

If she hadn't wanted to make Rosie a registered resident, she wouldn't have rushed to marry Leonardo.

If the villa was still there, he would at least find a trace of familiar atmosphere in the villa.

Summer did not expect him to say this, and her entire body froze.

She struggled for a moment and found that she couldn't move at all.

She felt that Leonardo was so pig-headed.

She was so angry about the burning of the villa.

"Am I ruthless? If I were ruthless, I wouldn't have helped you take out that pen. I would have directly burned it!"

"But you didn't." Leonardo's tone suddenly changed, "You can't bear to part with it."

Summer was stunned for a second. Then, she didn't want to continue this topic with him and told him, "Let me go! Otherwise, you won't be able to enter my house anymore."

Her threat seemed to work.

Leonardo's arms around her waist loosened. Summer wanted to take the opportunity to get up, but unexpectedly, Leonardo pressed her head and kissed her.

How long has she been gone?

A month ago, in Sydney, when Rosie was missing, Summer had always been in a bad mood. Apart from trying to get someone to take good care of her and make her happy, he had no other thoughts.

Leonardo's kiss was the same as himself, wicked and tyrannical.

He exerted himself as if he wanted to swallow Summer down and occupy everything in her possession.

The man had a unique talent in this aspect. He held Summer's hands with one hand and supported her neck with another, firmly controlling her, not allowing her to escape at all.

By the time Summer came to herself, the two of them had exchanged positions. She had been thrown onto the sofa, clothes off.