Predestined Bride

In the car, Summer occasionally turned to glance at Leonardo.

Leonardo looked straight ahead. But as if he had eyes on the top of his head, he asked her, “Why are you looking at me?”

“I am not…” Summer quickly looked away.

How impressive of him to notice that!

The Jarretts might invite Summer to dinner when Alexander returned home, but it might not be this noon. Besides, didn’t Leonardo need to call to confirm his guess?

Instead, he came directly, which meant he was sure of this.

He was a quite confident man.

…

They arrived at the Emerson’s quickly.

As soon as the servants saw Summer, they bowed respectfully and greeted, “Miss Summer.”

Summer led Leonardo inside.

There was no one in the hall, but some people were talking in the kitchen.

“Summer! You’re back!”

Karen walked out of the kitchen. When she saw Summer, her eyes narrowed with laughter.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Summer said calmly, “Mom.”

When Karen approached, her expression changed when she saw Leonardo standing behind Summer.

She glanced at Leonardo and pulled Summer to the side. “Summer, why did you bring him here? Are you messing around? You and him…”

Karen seemed to find it hard to say. After a pause, she continued, “Even if you guys are close, you shouldn’t have taken him home! What if Leonardo finds out?”

What if Leonardo found out?

Whatever, he wanted to come anyway.

“Nothing I can do about it!” Summer looked indifferent.

Karen still thought that Leonardo was “Douglas”. So, she assumed Summer was cheating on Leonardo since she brought “Douglas” home.

However, Karen’s attitude was obviously different from before.

She used to scold Summer when she saw Summer and “Douglas” together. This time, although she sounded disapproving, she was just worried that Leonardo would find out about this.

This change of attitude was truly intriguing.

Summer did not intend to argue with Karen about this, and asked, “Where is Grandfather?”

Both she and Leonardo wanted to see Alexander.

“He is upstairs in the study. I’ll take you to him,” Karen said as she walked upstairs.

After walking a few steps, she turned around and saw that “Douglas” was still following behind Summer. Her expression changed slightly as she said, “Summer, you…”

Summer pretended not to understand what Karen meant, asking, “What’s wrong?”

Karen said with rare stubbornness, “Mr. Emerson, stay in the living room for tea. Summer is just going up to meet her grandfather. She will come down soon.”

“It’s fine. I’ll go up with her,” Leonardo said indifferently.

Then he took Summer upstairs.

The house was built by Alexander himself in the early years. It was huge, and there were many rooms on the second floor.

Leonardo asked her, “Which one is your grandfather’s study?”

Although Alexander had lived abroad these past few years, his study was kept for him. Every once in a while, servants would clean it up.

“This is it.”

Summer brought Leonardo to Alexander’s study. She exchanged glances with Leonardo and knocked on the door.

An old but powerful voice came from the room. “Come in.”

Summer pushed the door open and entered. She saw Alexander flipping through a book in front of the bookshelf with a single glance.

Alexander was one of the first people who did business overseas in the last century.

He was courageous and learned, but bad at doing business.

It was easy to notice that he was in good health. Although his hair was thinner, it was neatly combed. He was wearing presbyopic glasses, a fine shirt, and a vest. He looked so refined that one might assume he was a university professor.

Summer barely remembered Alexander. Seeing him standing in front of her, she started to develop the concept of “grandfather”.

She shouted, “Grandpa.”

Hearing her voice, Alexander looked up at her.

Although he was in his seventies, his eyes were still sharp.

He looked puzzled at first, but then he remembered and said, “My third grandchild? Summer?”

It sounded somewhat friendly.

Summer nodded. “Grandfather, it’s me.”

“You were a kid when I left,” Alexander said, comparing her height to that of the desk, “In the blink of an eye, you’ve grown so big.”

He walked around the desk and towards Summer, sighing with emotion.

Only then did he notice Leonardo standing behind Summer.

Alexander’s pupils contracted and his expression changed slightly.

Leonardo took a step forward and stood closer to Alexander, so that Alexander could see his face more clearly. He said, “Mr. Jarrett, long time no see.”

Alexander’s expression changed several times before he finally calmed down. He asked uncertainly, “Are you … Leonardo?”

“It’s me.” Leonardo curled his lips, but it wasn’t a smile.

The air seemed to freeze around them.

Summer did not expect Alexander would know Leonardo.

“You…”

When Alexander was about to say something, a servant’s voice suddenly came from outside, “Sir, it’s time to eat.”

“Let’s go eat first.” Alexander glanced at Leonardo again, then turned around and walked out of the door.

Summer looked at Leonardo and followed Alexander, asking, “Have you met my grandfather before? And he knows you?”

Leonardo did not deny it. Instead, he replied straightforwardly, “Yes.”

…

When the three of them arrived at the dining room, the other three Jarretts had already seated themselves at the dining table.

Vicky was surprised that Summer brought “Douglas” home. She sneered, “Summer, this is a family gathering. Why did you bring an outsider here?”

Although “Douglas” was handsome, Vicky hated him for not having interest in her. Now she took a fancy to Adams and felt that Adams’ status was slightly higher than “Douglas”. So, she naturally disrespected “Douglas”.

Before Summer could speak, Alexander coldly glanced at Vicky.

Although Alexander loved Vicky and Spencer, he did not spoil them as brainlessly as Lynn. He was relatively strict.

Vicky was a little afraid of him, so she quickly lowered her head and stopped talking.