"You can't play with water." Summer pulled Rosie's hands back. She twisted the towel and wiped Rosie's face after turning off the tap.
Rosie raised her head and behaved herself.
Summer went gently as she asked, "Will it hurt?"
"No," Rosie replied, "Mom, I have a question for you."
"What is it?" Summer discovered that Rosie's ability of expression had improved by leaps and bounds.
"Did Leonoodle make you sad?" Despite it was said in a child's tone, Rosie was serious.
Summer paused. She looked down at Rosie, only to find that she was blinking at her, waiting for her reply.
Summer continued, "Do you know what
sadness means?"
"Of course, I know." Rosie stated.
Summer put the towel back and took the baby cream bottle. "Then tell me, what does it feel like to be sad?"
Rosie tilted her head and thought for a while, "I just want to cry."
Summer laughed out and covered the lid of cream. But she had to agree it after pondering for a second.
It turned out that a three-year-old child had known so much.
Summer applied cream for her and tidied up Rosie's bangs. She whispered, "Dad didn't mean to make you sad. He's clumsy and doesn't know how to cheer you up."
Rosie crossed her arms and gave a suspicious snort.
Summer knew Leonardo cared about Rosie, but sometimes he was a bit paranoid. Stanley thought him cold and heartless, but if he was, what was the point of everything he had done for her?
"Alright, don't be mad at him. After all, he's a stupid guy. And Rosie is a smart girl. A smart girl should not be too particular about the mistake made by a stupid guy, right?"
Summer stooped down to meet Rosie's gaze. She leaned over and rested her forehead against Rosie's.
Rosie pulled back and refused to play this intimate game. She nodded with difficulty, "Alright."
"Rosie is such a clever girl. You must be the best in the world." Summer had never been stingy with her compliments.
Rosie immediately learned by analogy, "Dad and I, who is better?"
Summer was dumbfounded before she responded, "You, of course."
Rosie grinned.
Little devil!
Summer pinched her cheeks, carried her back to the bedroom, and dropped her on the bed.
She turned to see the calendar.
It had been almost ten days since she arrived at Stanley's villa, but she didn't hear a word from Leonardo.
At the very beginning, she was calm, but she couldn't help but think nonsense as time went by.
Stanley's words somehow held water.
According to Leonardo's capacity, it was impossible for him to fail to find Rosie's whereabouts.
He lied to her, but he didn't hurt her. He took Rosie away, but took good care of her.
At any rate, he was not unforgivable.
But for Summer, what was the difference between being used once and countless times?
The only connection between them was resulted from the fact that he had saved her.
Ignoring his words, Summer came straight to the point, "You said you would show me your intention as long as I let you go."
"My purpose..." Stanley chuckled and asked playfully, "do you want to take a guess?"
"You're planning to go back on your word, aren't you?" Summer did not have the mood to go in a roundabout way.
Stanley restrained his chuckle. He stated after pondering for a while, "I won't go back on my word. You needn't be anxious and guard against me so much."
He picked up the cup and took a drink. Then, he straightened up, but said in a tone laced with casualty, "I'm just claiming justice. That's all. Why are you so nervous?"
Summer frowned and narrowed her eyes, "What do you mean?"
Stanley claimed justice and did this have anything to do with Leonardo and her?
Could it be that Leonardo had done something to him before?
However, according to Stanley's wealth and power, he couldn't be a person to be trifled with even several years ago. And a few years ago, Leonardo was still the "ugly and impotent" guy.
What could Leonardo do to him?
Even if he could, Stanley should be able to contend with, right?
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