Summer Sweetheart novel (Leonardo and Summer)

The next day Summer was woken by the ringing of the mobile phone.

To keep up her appearance of being a simple girl, she still uses the old machine which can only make phone calls and send messages. Buying a smartphone would make her like her other family members and she couldn't stand to be like them.

She took her phone and looked at the notes, and she immediately came to her senses.

She hesitated for a moment before she picked up the phone, "Dad."

Lynn Jarretts voice was as serious as always, "You went home yesterday? Who sent you back?

Summer just felt bitterly disappointed. She had just gotten married. Why couldn't her father ask a more relevant question than who took her home?

For the most part, Lynn .Jarrett rarely calls her. Seeing him suddenly calling to ask about that, Summer couldn't help but suspect his true purpose.

But she still told the truth, 'It was Leonardo's cousin who took me home.'

Lynn Jarrett pondered for a moment at the other side of the phone, and then he said, "When you have time, take your sister to the Emerson house and introduce her to some suitable young people there so tha she can make more friends."

Summer suddenly understood the meaning of what he said.

After she left Jarrett's villa yesterday, 'Douglas" and Vicky Jarrett must have met...

Vicky must have taken a fancy to "Douglas", so she wanted her to set her up with him.

The schemes of father and daughters.

Leonardo originally was meant to be engaged with Vicky .Jarrett, but in the end, it was she who married him.

So, they will use her as a springboard and find Vicky another excellent man to be her husband ¡in the Emerson family.

Everyone in Hoover city knows, that except Leonardo, all the other cousins in the Emerson family are outstanding and among the best.

A trace of self-deprecation appeared in Summers eyes. Vicky is indeed Lynn's biological daughter, but somehow she is not?

How could he be so unfair?

Summer endured her grievances, tried to keep calm in her voice, "I would like to take my sister to Emerson house, but until now I haven't seen Leonardo yet."

When Lynn heard that she didn't even see Leonardo's face, he suddenly became angry.

"You didn't even see your husband? What's that about? And you still dare to go home?"

Summer tried to keep the tears in her eyes for falling and while her nose twitched, her voice was the same as usual, "Maybe if you had sent my sister to the Emerson house first, maybe Leonardo would have liked to see her! I'm a fake, why would he want to see me?"

Leonardo, who came out of the bathroom, heard the conversation.

She was sitting on the bed, with the thick, black hair like seaweed hanging down to her waist. Her fingers were holding the phone so hard that he could see the protruding blue blood vessels. Like water, her eyes were full of tears, which did not flow out because of stubbornness. The delicate figure of hers looked pitiful.

Leonardo narrowed his black eyes, he found that the new wife of his more and more pleasing.

No one knows what the person at the other end of the phone just said, but Summers face turned pale. She didn't speak and didn't hang up either.

Leonardo went straight over, grabbed the phone in her hand, and hung it up.

Who still uses this kind of phone?

Then, he looked down at Summer, with almost no emotion in his indifferent voice, 'If you dorït want to hear those things it is pretty simple. dust hang up. Summer raised her head in a hurry, with tears in her eyes. She could not even see his face and could only feel a blur in front of her.

But strangely, she heard a hint of soothing in his words.

But the next moment, she widened her eyes sharply, "Why am I in my bed?"

She had given up the bed to the injured man and had slept on the sofa last night.

"You sleep walked on your own," Leonardo said. Without saying another word, he laid next to her in the bed.