Predestined Marriage Chapter 390 A Little Far-Fetched

When Summer woke up back then, she was weak and lost all her memories.

No one could feel her panic.

In that case, if a person who was acknowledged to be close to her showed up, she would naturally
become dependent on that person and trust him.

From this perspective, Stanley did this with good intentions.

However, if one thought about it carefully, it would seem a bit far-fetched.

Summer didn't dig into it since it wasn't a pressing issue. The most important thing now was that
Stanley could recover and be discharged from the hospital.

She nodded and asked, "Do you want more soup?"

"Yes." Stanley smiled and handed the bowl to her.

Summer took the bowl and poured soup into it.

A strand of her hair fell from her ear, and she reached out her hand to put it behind. Such a simple
movement brought out her demureness.

Stanley turned his gaze and looked down to hide his feelings.

In fact, he said he was Summer's fiancé just for a simple reason.

What he had just mentioned was only a part of it, and the larger part was that he wanted to know if
Summer really suffered from amnesia.

Later on, the facts proved that she indeed lost her memories.



Summer handed the soup to Stanley.

Stanley took it and said gently, "Thank you."

Summer sat down beside him and said, "It's nothing. Although we're not a couple, we are Damon and
Pythias, aren't we?"

Stanley was amused and laughed out loud.

He put his hand on his lips and suppressed his laughter. After a while, he seemed to be done laughing
and whispered, "Yes, we are."

"It's funny? Give me the soup!" Summer reached out to snatch the bowl from Stanley.

Though Stanley suffered head injuries, he was still nimble and quickly blocked Summer's hand, "Hey, I
am a patient now."

Only then did Summer withdraw her hand.

Even though she had lost her memory, it didn't mean that she was stupid.

She had so many questions for Stanley, but it wasn't a good time now.

When she was in a vegetative state, Stanley looked after her for three years, indicating that he wasn't a
bad person.

After Stanley finished the soup, Summer went to wash the bowl.

When she finished washing, her phone rang.

She picked up her phone and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.



With her heart skipping a beat, she guessed that it may be Leonardo who called to tell her the result of
the paternity test.

She glanced at Stanley.

Stanley had suffered a head injury, so he was easy to get tired and now was taking a nap.

Summer left the ward and answered the phone, "Hello?"

In the next moment, a man's deep voice sounded on the phone.

"Ms. Summer."

Summer immediately recognized that it was Leonardo's voice.

He had a lovely voice, which was distinctively deep and attractive.

Summer thought it was Tim to notify her of the result, but it was actually Leonardo.

She felt a little flattered. Although Leonardo was not an arrogant person, he gave off the impression
that he was a superior.

Summer pursed her lips, swallowed her saliva and said, "Hello, Mr. Emerson."

"I've got the DNA paternity test result. Where are you?"

Leonardo put that succinctly, and Summer was already used to the way he spoke.

"I'm in the hospital...." As Summer said, she opened the door slightly and looked inside the ward. After
confirming that Stanley was still sleeping, she closed the door.

"What are you doing in the hospital?"



Somehow, Summer felt that Leonardo's tone rose, as if ... he was a little nervous.

She did not think too much and said, "My friend had an accident and is in the hospital now. You send
me the address, and I'll come over."

The man on the other end of the phone ignored her words and said in a tough tone, "Your address."

Summer didn't want to argue with Leonardo on this, so she gave him the address.

Just as she finished speaking, Leonardo hung up the phone.

'He is really ... a weirdo who doesn't have the slightest bit of gentlemanly demeanor.'

Summer stared at the phone screen for a moment before taking a deep breath and putting it back into
her pocket.

When she returned to the ward, she found Stanley had already woken up.

He was off color and seemed to be listless, as if he was exhausted when he spoke to Summer before.

Summer frowned slightly, "I'm going to be out for a while."

Stanley opened his eyes wider and asked, "Who asked you out?"

Summer said with some hesitation, "It's...."

Suddenly, Stanley interrupted her, "Come back early and be careful. This accident is not that simple.
The target can be me, and it can be you too."

Though his voice was calm, what he said wasn't a light topic.

"I know." Summer nodded.



Then she turned around and took out Stanley's phone, placing it where he could reach it, "Call me if
you need anything."

Stanley smiled, "OK."

The policemen had come to ask about the accident, but they soon left as Stanley was in the ICU back
then.

Now that Stanley was in a stable condition, the police might come again.

Regardless of whether the accident was directing at Stanley or her, it must have been planned and the
plotter must have been spying on them long ago.

Summer went to see the doctor before she left.

As soon as she walked out of the hospital, she heard a car whistling not far away.

The black car looked low-key but expensive.

Summer went straight to it.

She was about to pull open the door of the back seat and sit in when she suddenly found that the driver
was Leonardo.

She withdrew her hand in embarrassment and bent over, greeting, "Mr. Emerson?"

"Get in the car."

Leonardo held a cigarette in his hand. Then he flicked the ash away in a casual way.

He was casual but dangerous, looking like a dormant lion.



Summer felt that this metaphor was very appropriate, because she subconsciously obeyed Leonardo
and got on the car when she heard his order.

She opened the door and sat next to Leonardo, for she didn't dare to sit in the back seat and treated
Leonardo as a driver.

The car was so quiet and suffocating, and the smell of smoke still lingered.

Summer whispered, "Mr. Emerson, have you seen the paternity test result?"

"No," Leonardo replied simply.

Having just recovered from a serious illness, Summer was sensitive to the smoke smell, which made
her a little uncomfortable. Thus, she secretly covered her nose with her hand.

In the next moment, she heard the window rolling down.


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