Predestined Marriage Chapter 841 It Can't Be Leonardo

Summer listened to Rosie's words and paused for a moment before putting her changed shoes into the
shoe cabinet.

The nanny was cleaning up the kitchen, but when she heard their talk, she knew Summer had
returned. She put the dishes back into the cupboard and walked out.

"Ms. Summer, you're back!"

"Katrina, thank you for your hard work today."

The nanny's name was Katrina. When Summer looked at her, her expression had returned to its usual
calm.

"It's okay. Rosie is a good girl." Katrina liked Rosie a lot.

Rosie, who had gone to fetch the painting, ran over.

"Mom, come and see!" Rosie ran over and stuffed the painting into Summer's hand.

Summer took the painting and took Rosie to the sofa. They sat on the sofa. Rosie pointed at the
painting and showed it to Summer, "This is Dad; this is you; and this is me..."

Children's paintings were very abstract. However, Summer took it very seriously.

Rosie explained to her from the side, "Dad is working; Mom is cooking..."

Summer looked at Rosie gently. Rosie did not know what had happened, nor did she know that her
father had disappeared.

At night, after Rosie fell asleep, Summer held the pen and sat at her desk.



The paint on the pen had peeled off. Perhaps the collector of the pen often took it out and touched it,
so the surface appeared exceptionally smooth.

This was something that Leonardo cherished. Since he can send the pen back, it seemed that he was
alright.

But where did this pen come from? Such an old pen...

The price of this brand of fountain pen was somewhat cheap back then. Thus, Leonardo would
definitely not buy this pen.

So this pen must have been given to him by someone else.

The address that Leonardo gave was the street she passed through when she was in elementary
school.

At that time, when Stanley stopped her at the entrance of the alley, he asked her if she remembered...

Summer held the pen up and looked at it again and again. She was stunned as if she had thought of
something.

Suddenly there was a conjecture. This pen... Could it be that she gave it to Leonardo?

On the surface, Leonardo looked very indifferent. Actually, he was a sentimental man.

If he valued the pen very much, he must have cherished the person who gave him the pen more.

However, Summer had been with him for so many years, and she had such a close relationship with
him. She had never seen Leonardo have such a close relationship with anyone...

Summer reached out and patted her head.



When she was in the first year of primary school, she had not started to disguise herself because of
Vicky and Karen. She often ranked first in the exams, and she was an outstanding student. Many
students loved to play with her, and she won many awards.

This kind of pen was also one of the prizes she won.

She remembered that at the art festival that year, she won a notepad and a pen, and...

Then, on her way home, she seemed to run into a boy who had run away from home and was almost
hit by a car. Afterwards, she seemed to have given him the pen.

It was twenty years ago, and Summer could no longer remember the specifics.

After all, she had lived without herself in the years that followed. She rarely thought about these past
events.

Back then, when she first saw Leonardo's pen, Summer didn't think too much about it.

The boy she met was dressed in ordinary clothes. He was in a terrible state and looked pitiful. He didn't
look like a child from a wealthy family at all...

He ... shouldn't be Leonardo, right?


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