Summer didn’t find it intriguing, but what she said amused Adams.


    Adams was a big shot in the entertainment industry. Wherever he went, there would be paparazzi. In fact, Summer didn’t really want to meet him even if it was just coincidence, because she was afraid of being photographed.


    Unfortunately, Adams had good memory, and even took the initiative to greet her when he saw her again.


    If paparazzi caught them being together, she would definitely be on the headlines again.


    She even knew what the headline would be.


    It must be something like “Mrs. Emerson secretly meets a famous actor”.


    The thought of it gave her shudders.


    Therefore, Summer wanted to end her conversation with Adams. She smiled politely and said, “I still have things to attend to. Excuse me.”


    “See youter.” Adams was still gentle even if he knew what was on her mind.


    Summer was somewhat ufortable and left in a hurry.


    Adams turned around and watched her figure disappear before walking forward again.


    The assistant asked him, “Adams, does she have anything to do with Mr. Emerson? I seemed to have seen them being together in the Golden Cauldron the other day.”


    “Really? I’m not sure.” Adams was walking with his dead down, his smile fading away. Nobody knew what was on his mind.


    Adams came here today to be prepared for the next movie.N?velDrama.Org (C) content.


    It was a suspense movie and he was a psychiatrist in it. So he came to the psychiatric clinic to get a first-hand experience.


    As Adams and his assistant entered, Leonardo and Tim went into the corridor.


    Leonardo looked at the ce where Adams and Summer were chatting.


    Tim peeked at Leonardo, hoping to say something. But words failed him.


    Adams had a tight schedule, so he didn’t spend much time in the clinic.


    When he came out, he saw Leonardo in the corridor.


    He asked in surprise, “Leonardo? Why are you here?”


    Adams suddenly came to understand why. He said, “You and Summer came here together.”


    Leonardo did not answer. Instead, he waved at Tim, signaling him to leave.


    Tim left and Adams’ assistant left with him.


    There were only them in the empty corridor.


    Leonardo still looked icy, but his attitude to Adams was much better than to strangers.


    He stared at Adams and said, “Adams, I told you that Summer is my wife.”


    “I know that. She’s got a special name.” Adams was still wearing a gentle smile as usual.


    Leonardo was silent for a moment, as if he was trying to make up his mind. He said calmly but sternly, “Summer and Rachel look alike, but they are different.”


    Adams finally copsed. Unable to keep hisposure, he opened his eyes wide and shouted, “Shut up!”


    It worked. Leonardo didn’t say anything.


    It took a while for Adams to calm down. His expression became gentle again.


    Adams exined, “Leonardo, I just bumped into her.” While he was saying that, he sized up Leonardo. Then he continued, “You really care about her.”


    Leonardo squinted and said coolly, “She is my wife.”


    Adams asked casually, “Why do you lie to her that you were my younger brother?” But then heughed and continued, “If Dous knew, he would definitely charge you for that.”


    Giving him a nce, Leonardo took a deep and said in a low tone, “Adams, Rachel left a long time ago. You should move on.”


    Without looking at his sudden change of expression, Leonardo strode away.


    …


    Summer came out of the clinic, her mind upied by Leonardo. She thus walked slowly.


    There was a honk.


    A car whistled behind her.


    Why were people so rude? She was on the side of the road. How could someone honk the horn, asking her to make way?


    She turned around impatiently. The ck car was right behind her. The window was down and the handsome “Dous” was looking at her from inside.


    He tilted his headzily and requested, “Get in the car.”


    Why was he here?


    Despite being puzzled, Summer did as request. She pulled open the door and got into the car.


    Before she could say anything, Leonardo said, “Don’t ask why I am here. The question is silly.”


    Summer didn’t get a chance to ask the question.


    She’d better remain silent.


    Leonardo turned to look at her. Seeing she was deep in her thoughts, he wore a faint smile. But his tone was still emotionless. He asked, “What are you doing here?”


    Summer turned around with a polite smile on her face. She said bluntly, “I don’t want to answer such a silly question.”


    Tim, who was driving, couldn’t stifle hisughter when he heard their conversation.


    But he suddenly noticed Leonardo’s cold nce in the rearview mirror and stoppedughing.


    Summer realized the driver was Tim. So she asked him, “Tim, is Leonardo out today?”


    Tim secretively peeked at Leonardo who was sitting behind him and shook his head. He replied, “No.”


    Summer nodded at him. She was thinking about what to cook for lunch.


    After pondering for a while, she reached out and poked “Dous”.


    “What are you doing?” Leonardo turned to look at her. He still had that poker face.


    Summer didn’t like his stare, which was a bit scary.


    “Tell me the truth. What exactly does he like to eat?” Summer leaned back.


    She wore a white down jacket today. Her hair was dressed up in a ponytail. Without any makeup, she looked beautiful and unworldly. Her skin was delicate and fair.


    She looked at him with her bright eyes, waiting for his reply.


    Leonardo loosened his tie and said hoarsely, “Why do you care so much about him?”


    “I’m his wife. Of course, I care about him. Why did you ask?” Summer red at “Dous” when she remembered what he had done to her.


    “Dous” didn’t mind the way she looked at him. He continued, “He is in poor physical conditions. You can’t have sex with him and he may not even be able to inherit the Emerson Group. You haven’t even seen him once. Why are you so considerate to him? Why do you still want to be with him?”


    Summer did not sense any ridicule. She supposed “Dous” asked it only out of curiosity.


    Summer pursed her lips. Unusually, she remained patient and exined to him the reason.


    “You want to know why?” Summer thought for a while before saying seriously, “Perhaps it’s because of responsibility. My mother forced me into this marriage. If I had resisted and threatened her with my death, I wouldn’t have married him. But I didn’t do that. Now that I’m his wife, I have to take on my responsibilities of being his wife. Plus…”


    Summer paused for a moment and said in an undertone, “He has been aughing stock of people in the Hoover City recently. But he doesn’t want to be like this. He is just a victim. He is more innocent than anyone.”