Leonardo chuckled, "You have a hotter temper than before."
Summer shot him a cold glance, but Leonardo smiled. The next second, he suddenly bent down and carried Summer up, and walked straight into her bedroom.
"Leonardo!" Summer was shocked by him and struggled to get down.
Leonardo held her tightly with his long arms. And he didn't let go no matter how hard Summer struggled.
He said calmly, "Keep your voice down. You will wake Rosie up."
Summer fell silent for a moment. Leonardo took advantage of this and carried Summer into the bedroom.
When he entered, he closed the door behind him and placed Summer on the sofa in the bedroom.
Summer, who was placed on the sofa, heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she wasn't put on bed. Summer blushed when she realized what she was thinking about.
What was she doing? Luckily, Leonardo had gone to the bathroom to get a hairdryer.
When Summer was lost in her thought, Leonardo came out with a hairdryer and decided to dry her hair.
This man was always so domineering. Summer felt a little indignant, so she did not cooperate and kept moving.
At first, Leonardo endured that. Soon, Leonardo turned off the hairdryer in his hand and said coldly, "Don't move." His words conveyed dignity and irresistibility.
Although Summer did not want to do as Leonardo asked, she was accustomed to listening to him. To put it another way, Leonardo's strong deterrence caused Summer to listen to him by instinct.
Noticing that Summer's expression in front of him wasn't good, Leonardo realized that his tone was too cold, so he said softly, "Let me dry your hair, so you can go to bed early."
She felt she would never meet someone who could be more shameless than Leonardo in her lifetime. She didn't forgive Leonardo, but he just came into her bedroom as if nothing had happened.
He took her home as his own. It was as if there was nothing between them.
Summer intended to forgive him, but the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that she shouldn't forgive Leonardo easily. She must let him learn a lesson from this.
She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't even notice Leonardo coming out. Only when Leonardo walked to the bedside did Summer feel a familiar aura.
She looked up and saw Leonardo standing beside the bed. Leonardo was wrapped in a towel.
There's nothing wrong with that, but this towel belonged to Summer. It could hardly cover his body.
When Leonardo saw Summer's warm gaze landed on the towel around his body, he explained seriously, "You don't have a man's towel here."
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