Predestined Marriage Chapter 338 Stay Away

Summer thought for a while. Then she went back to Eliza.

It was time for dinner, and the restaurant was full of people.

Summer returned to the dining table, sat down and looked behind her. Through the crowd, she could
see the private room that Leonardo had entered.

Leonardo said that he would dine out. She thought he was already out with Carl, but it turned out that
Leonardo had just arrived.

However, if Leonardo had asked Carl to have dinner with him, Carl would definitely have arrived now.

So who was Leonardo waiting for?

After a while, an acquaintance entered the restaurant. Summer stared at him. She was surprised as he
went towards the private room that Leonardo had just entered.

The hall was separated from the private rooms, which were quieter.

"What's wrong? What are you looking at?" Eliza, who was sitting opposite to Summer, turned her head
to look in Summer's line of sight. She saw Michael enter a private room.

"Isn't that Michael? Your ex-husband's father!" Eliza said in a low voice.

"Yes." Summer replied casually. She was absent-minded.

Did Leonardo make an appointment with Michael?

They were enemies now. Why did they dine out together?

Did Leonardo start the "rumor"? Perhaps Michael was here to negotiate with him.



"You know what? I really want to inform the reporters now." Eliza said, but then she shook her head,
"Even if I tell them, no one would dare to interview your ex-husband's father."

"Ex-husband's father? Come on!" Summer felt that it sounded awkward.

Eliza didn't say anything and stared at Summer without blinking.

"What?" Summer was shocked, "Well. You can call him that way if you like..."

Eliza said leisurely, "To be honest, I don't believe you and Leonardo have divorced."

"What?" Summer blinked, "Why? It seems that you know Leonardo very well..."

"Intuition! Do you understand? Some people look nice at first sight. You feel that they are not bad guys
and they won’t interfere in others' relationships. In my opinion, Leonardo will stick to one woman his
entire life. I think you are not divorced, instead..."

Eliza paused and looked at Summer.

She was somewhat uncomfortable at Eliza's gaze. She raised her eyebrows and asked, "Instead?"

Eliza added, "You dumped him!"

"What?" Summer choked on the water she had just drunk. "Can’t you finish it at a time?"

"You really dumped him?" Eliza goggled at her.

It was just her guess. Was it true?

"You have a flight tomorrow. If you have finished your meal, go home and take a sleep. If you continue
to gossip like this, you might become a paparazzo..."



"If I were a paparazzo, I would follow you every day to dig up your scandals!"

After they finished the meal, Eliza left as she received a call from her assistant.

Summer had been looking at the direction of Leonardo's private room, but she didn’t see him come out.

Summer hesitated for a while. Then she decided to go and take a look.

"One, two, three..."

Summer had counted when she came here after Leonardo. It was the sixth private room.

She stood at the door of the room, leaning against the wall. Just as she was about to eavesdrop, a
waiter came. She hurriedly took out her phone and pretended to be on the phone.

She held the phone by her ear while checking whether anyone was coming from the other end.

As the corridor was empty, she put away her phone. When she was about to eavesdrop again, she
heard a sound and the door was opened from inside.

Summer was frozen. Before she could see who it was, she was held by the person on shoulder and
pushed aside.

And the door was closed.

She turned around and saw Leonardo staring at her with a gloomy expression.

Summer felt a little embarrassed, so she decided to say something.

She asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

Leonardo didn't reply. He grabbed her hand and walked towards the elevator at the end of the corridor.



He took big steps and walked fast. Summer could not keep up with him at all. It was like she was pulled
over by him.

Leonardo looked serious. Summer smelt danger and did not dare to speak.

Leonardo didn't let go of her hand until they entered his private room at Golden Cauldron Club.

Summer rubbed her pinched wrist. Before she said anything, Leonardo asked in a deep voice, "What
are you doing here?"

Summer hurriedly said, "I came here to have dinner with Eliza."

Leonardo's face suddenly turned cold, "I mean why are you at the door outside the private room? What
are you doing?"

"I saw you and your father enter the room one after another, so..."

The word "your father" irritated Leonardo. He interrupted her with anger, "Your father?" His voice was
frightening.

Summer quickly corrected herself, "Michael..."

When she "married" Leonardo, Michael came to her once.

At that time, she just felt that Michael was a distant person. As a father, he might have his own
concerns.

However, what happened after that completely changed her impression toward him.

In terms of family and affection, Summer was undoubtedly soft-hearted.



Otherwise, she would have left the Jarrett's earlier instead of bearing the miseries for so many years.

The fact that Michael had an illegitimate child was not unforgivable in Summer's eyes, as long as what
they said about Adams' birth was true.

Leonardo lowered his head. He could tell from Summer's gaze that she was afraid that he would get
angry. He shook his head and said, "Next time you see Michael, stay away." His tone was serious, but
his voice was a little softer.

"Alright." Summer answered casually and then asked, "What are you guys talking about?"

"Just some personal stuff." Leonardo replied. He turned around and sat on the sofa.

He closed his eyes, his legs crossed. It seemed he didn't want to say more about it.

Summer knew him very well. Leonardo always had this look on his face when he was unwilling to tell
her something.

Summer sat beside him, "What about the 'rumor'? Did you ask someone to spread it?"

Although he didn't want to talk about it, she could still ask some questions.

"No." Leonardo didn't ask anyone to spread the ‘rumor’. He just sent a private email to a reporter.


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