Predestined Marriage Chapter 753 Why Should I Leave Him?

The place where Summer lived, the Emerson Group, and Leonardo's house were all on the same way.
It was normal for Tim to make such a request.

Summer did not think too much, directly nodding, "Alright."

She had known Tim for a few years. She trusted him because she thought he was always upright and
calm.

Tim looked down to conceal the guilt in his eyes, saying, "Thank you, Ms. Summer."

"You are welcome. I got sick at home the other day, and if it were not for you and your wife..." Summer
turned to look at Rosie, breaking off. She did not want the kid to know what had happened. If it weren't
for Tim and Violet, she might have died of illness at home.

To avoid misunderstanding, Tim nodded without saying anything else. He opened the car door and got
in the driver's seat.

Summer took Rosie to the back seat and gave the car key to Tim.

When they arrived at gate of Summer's place, she got out of the car with Rosie. Tim drove away in her
car.

When they got out of the car, they met Bruce, who went shopping in a convenience store.

Bruce didn't seem to go out a lot. He went shopping at convenience stores instead of supermarkets.

Summer recalled that Bruce came to her the other day, so she pointed at him and asked Rosie, "Do
you remember who he is? Call him loudly and see if he will answer you."

"I remember him." Rosie put her hands on her mouth and made a trumpet, shouting, "Uncle Bruce."



Bruce abruptly looked back over his shoulder and stared at the mother and daughter for a few seconds.
He looked away and took a lollipop, pointing at Rosie.

Rosie immediately understood. She turned to smile at Summer. "Uncle Bruce asks me to get the
lollipop!"

Feeling that Rosie was dragging her to run towards Bruce, Summer started to worry that the kid would
be tricked away by sweets, so she deliberately poured cold water on her enthusiasm. "Perhaps he is
teasing you."

Rosie was not fooled by Summer. She said very confidently, "No! Uncle Bruce is going to give it to me!"

Summer was surprised. Was Rosie so perceptive?

By the time Rosie dragged Summer over, Bruce had checked out at the counter.

When Rosie came up to him, he handed her a lollipop.

Rosie took it and said sweetly, "Thank you, Uncle Bruce."

Bruce took out an apple from his pocket and handed it to Rosie.

Rosie loved sweets the best, but she didn't like fruits that much. She shook her head and said, "No,
thank you. I'm fine with the lollipop."

Bruce raised his eyebrows. Noticing that Rosie was wearing a hoodie today, he put the apple in her
hood.

The apple was heavy in the hood, and Rosie turned backward and found the apple.

Summer couldn't help laughing. She took out the apple and put it in Rosie's hand.



Coincidentally, Bruce was also wearing a black hoodie today. Rosie held a lollipop in one hand and the
apple in the other, looking at his hood. She wanted to put the apple into his hood.

Bruce realized her intention, putting the hood on his head.

Rosie frowned and pouted, "Uncle Bruce!"

Bruce gave a faint smile. He looked at Summer and asked, "Didn't you drive to pick her up?"

"I lent my car to Tim." Summer realized that Bruce might not know Tim, so she added, "He's Leonardo's
assistant."

Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly with a meaningful look. He nodded at her explanation and quickened
his pace.

Rosie chased after him with short legs. Bruce walked so fast that she scurried to catch up.

Summer followed behind and said, "Rosie, slow down."

Sensing that Rosie was running after him, Bruce slowed down.

When Rosie finally caught up to Bruce, she raised her head and said something to Bruce, and they
started to chat like that.

Summer followed behind, slowing down.

Bruce was usually aloof and distant, but Rosie was not afraid of him.

Compared to Bruce, Leonardo was more intimidating. Rosie wasn't afraid of Leonardo, let alone Bruce.

To Summer's surprise, Bruce was actually very patient with children.



After they got home, Summer asked as she helped Rosie get changed, "What did you talk about with
Uncle Bruce?"

"Nothing." Rosie put her coat aside and took the clothes in Summer's hand, dressing herself.

Summer paused. "Don't you tell me?"

Rosie giggled mysteriously. After she got changed, she went to go through her schoolbag, humming.

Summer followed her out and asked her, "Aren't you afraid of Uncle Bruce?"

"Uncle Bruce is very cool." Rosie fished out some painting brushes from her schoolbag and put them
together.

Summer couldn't help laughing, and said, "Do you know the meaning of cool?"

Rosie thought for a moment and said seriously, "Uncle Bruce is really cool, and he doesn't like to talk."

Summer raised her eyebrows and brought Rosie her drawing pad. "He's cool because he talks little?
Isn't your dad also a man of few words?"

"Dad is cooler, and he is handsome." Rosie giggled in embarrassment.

Summer touched her face and asked tentatively, "Would you like to leave Dad and live with me?"

"leave Dad? Why? I'm with you now, and I'll stay with Dad tomorrow. Why should I leave?" Rosie didn't
understand Summer's words.

It was too difficult for Rosie to understand what had happened between adults. However, Summer did
not know how to answer the questions.



Their eyes met. Rosie's eyes were pure and innocent, which brought a lump to Summer's throat.

However, she had to say the words. Summer took a deep breath and reached out to embrace Rosie.
Touching her head, she said gently, "Because Dad will be very busy at work, so you have to live with
Mom. When Dad has time, he will come to see you."

She didn't know if Rosie could understand what she said.

Rosie said in a soft voice, "Will he get as busy as you did before?"

She meant the time when Summer joined the crew and only came back once a month.

Summer sat up slightly and reached out to hold Rosie's face. Looking into her eyes, she said, "Well,
maybe he will be busier than that."

Rosie widened her eyes and said in surprise, "Will Dad be very tired?"

Summer paused. She did not expect that Rosie would care about this.


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