Predestined Marriage

Chapter 245: Sounds Like His Last Words

When Leonardo returned to his room, Summer had not woken up yet.

After smoking, his fingers still smelled cigarette.

He put his coat beside the bed, looked at Summer and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

When he came out, he saw Summer leaning against the bed with the blanket in her arms. She had just

woken up so she looked forward blankly.

"You're awake."

Leonardo walked to the bedside and sat down.

Summer frowned, "Did you smoke?"

Leonardo was at a loss for a moment. He never knew she was so sensitive to it, but he nodded and

admitted, "I did."

He then added, "I only took a few puffs."

She became even more sensitive after she was pregnant.

"I thought you didn't smoke." She never saw Leonardo smoke before, so she thought naturally that

Leonardo did not smoke.

Leonardo chuckled and didn't say anything.

He did not smoke very much. He was not addicted to it.

After all, smoking hurt his health. And he paid close attention to it.

However, there were too many things recently. So he could use one occasionally. But he only smoked

when Summer wasn't around.

Leonardo pondered for a moment before suddenly saying, "Stay away from Adams in the future."

Although he had asked bodyguards to follow her while he was away, Summer would inevitably bump

into Adams in here.

She caught a glimpse of Leonardo's coat on the bedside. She remembered it was on the sofa before

she slept.

So Leonardo went out after she fell asleep.

Summer guessed, "You met him again? What did you say?"

"Nothing much." Leonardo's expression was a little cold, "What else can I say to him now?" This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Summer held Leonardo's hand to comfort him and didn't say anything else.

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There was nothing to do in here. Apart from having meals, Summer basically stayed in her room.

However, after dinner, Mr. Charlie asked her to watch TV with him.

Summer thought he had something to say, but they just watched TV.

Mr. Charlie liked watching crosstalk shows and operas, which Summer felt a little bored. But he was

enjoying himself, so Summer had to sit with him.

Considering she was carrying a baby, Mr. Charlie urged her to go back to her room to rest after an

hour.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at her for a few seconds. "Go back and have some rest. Oh, and tell

Leonardo to come. I have something to tell him."

When Mr. Charlie asked Summer to watch TV with him, Leonardo wanted to come along. But Summer

refused him.

Mr. Charlie cared about these details. He wouldn't like it if Leonardo kept following her wherever she

went.

"OK." Summer stood up and was about to leave.

"Summer."

When she was about to reach the door, she heard Mr. Charlie calling her from behind.

Summer turned around and said, "Anything else?"

Mr. Charlie was a playboy when he was young, but he got married very early because of arranged

marriage.

It was said that Leonardo's grandmother was two years older than Mr. Charlie. They were quite

harmonious after getting married, but he was not the type who would be content with it.

Besides his wife, he kept some lovers outside. And he, of course, had some illegitimate children.

However, most of them weren't very successful, and none of them had ever been brought to the

Emerson family.

Summer heard these things from Jessica.

Mr. Charlie was quite a figure. Even though he had so many women and children outside, no one ever

came to his house to make a scene. Therefore, he never embarrassed his wife.

Because he got married early, even though his oldest grandson, Adams, was already 28 years old, he

was only in his early seventies this year.

Ordinary retirees at his age were already staying at home. If they weren't suffering from illnesses, they

would be very healthy.

In a family like the Emerson, Mr. Charlie got the best care he could have. He had a private nutritionist.

However, Mr. Charlie was sitting alone on the sofa now. He looked exceptionally lonely and old. The

aura of authority had faded. Instead, he looked a little tired, old, and somewhat pitiful.

Summer now clearly felt that Mr. Charlie was not living a happy life.

"I made a mistake before. I promise I won't interfere Leonardo and you in the future. Be good, you two."

His tone was somewhat hoarse, leaving the impression that he was giving his last words.

Summer's face changed slightly, and her voice involuntarily got louder, "Mr. Charlie!"

She knew that Mr. Charlie was referring to him sending Eliza over. Summer did complain him, but she

did not care too much about it.

Because Leonardo loved her.

As long as Leonardo loved her, she wouldn't care anything the others said or did.

However, Mr. Charlie's tone made her very uneasy.

"Alright, just go. It's almost ten o'clock. Tell him to come, but quickly. I'm going to sleep soon." Mr.

Charlie waved his hand, as if he was impatient to hear her say more.

Summer looked at him worriedly, left the room and rushed to hers.

Leonardo was leaning against the bed in his pajamas, playing games on his mobile phone. He played

expressionlessly, as if he didn't enjoy it.

And he kept glancing at the door occasionally. He didn't want to play it at all. He just wanted to kill time.

Seeing Summer push the door open and enter, he threw his phone to the side, got out of bed and

walked towards her.

"Did he make things difficult for you?" As Leonardo spoke, he scrutinized her expressions.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with her, he was relieved.

Summer shook her head and conveyed Mr. Charlie's words to Leonardo, "He told you to come over. He

said that he had something to tell you and told you to come quickly. He will go to bed soon."

Hearing this, Leonardo pondered for a moment before asking, "What else did he say to you?"

"Nothing. I was just watching TV with him." Summer frowned, "But I feel he was a little strange, and so

was his tone."

She felt Mr. Charlie was saying his last words, but she couldn't say that in front of Leonardo.

After all, Mr. Charlie was Leonardo's grandfather.

Summer sighed, "You'll know. Just go."

Even she could sense something wrong. Leonardo would know it, too. Perhaps, he would know more.

Seeing Summer frowning and sighing, Leonardo became serious.

"I'll go. You get some sleep." Then he left.