Predestined Bride

Summer left first and stood at the door, waiting for Vicky.

When Vicky saw her, her face darkened. She said, “Your days at the Jarrett Group are numbered. Dad will kick you out!”

“Really? Kick me out?” Summer smiled gently. “Don’t you want Leonardo’s investment?”

Vicky snorted, “Do you really think Leonardo has any money at all?”

“Watch your mouth.” Summer swept her a glance.

“You don’t watch your mouth. You’re not in the position to judge others.” Vicky tilted her chin and smiled complacently. She suddenly remembered something and her smile disappeared. She turned around and returned to Lynn’s office.

Summer glanced at the office door, which was tightly closed, and left.

In Lynn’s office.

Vicky sat opposite him with a serious expression and said, “Dad, I forgot to tell you something. Summer has a black card exclusive to the Emerson Group!”

“How do you know?” Lynn asked in shock, “she just got married. How is it possible?”

“When Jerome and I went to the Golden Cauldron Club for dinner, I saw her pay with the black card!” Vicky said with agitation, “I heard the card has no limit.”

Lynn had no idea whether the black card had limit or not.

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Seeing that Lynn was pondering, Vicky continued, “If we can get Summer’s card, we won’t have to worry about the money!”

Lynn was tempted. But he was an experienced businessman and wouldn’t be as impulsive as young people. He was very cautious in decision making.

He thought for a moment before saying, “But the card was given by Leonardo to Summer. Will she give it to us?”

Seeing Lynn was moved, Vicky was encouraged. She continued, “Dad, you are her father. You spent so much efforts in bringing her up. It’s just a card. What’s the big deal? Even if there is misunderstanding and she doesn’t want to give you the card, mom can persuade her.”

Hearing this, Lynn was silent for a moment. But he nodded after a while.

…

When Summer came off work, she went home and prepared dinner for “Douglas”. Dinner was not ready when he came home.

The villa was heated. He took off his coat as soon as he entered, wearing his dark shirt and suit trousers. He looked gorgeous.

“Douglas” went to the kitchen to find Summer.

He leaned against the door and asked in an undertone, “How was the project?”

Summer was chopping vegetables into slices. She said without care, “I screwed up.”

He said with a thin smile, “You screwed up your first project.”

Summer couldn’t tell if he was mocking her since he concealed his emotions.

She turned to look at him and argued, “It was Vicky who messed up, not me.”

Although Summer was a scapegoat for failure, she would not admit it.

With that, she turned around and continued her move.

Leonardo chuckled silently with his head down.

The next day was Saturday.

Summer got up early to make breakfast as usual. “Douglas” woke up very early as well.

Summer asked at the sight of him, “Is Leonardo up? Can you bring him breakfast please?”

“I don’t want to.” Leonardo rejected without hesitation.

He was here. Why would he bring breakfast for himself?

Summer glared at him and asked a servant to do it.

She went out after breakfast.

She usually didn’t go out on weekends. Leonardo was curious about where she would go, so he asked Tim to follow her.

It turned out that Summer went to a psychiatric clinic.

Leonardo sat in the car across the street, looked at the clinic through the window, and asked, “What is she doing there?”

Recalling what Summer said in the car yesterday, Tim replied thoughtfully, “Maybe it’s because of you.”

Because of him?

Leonardo pondered for a moment and understood what was going on.

Summer thought he had a mental disorder, so she went to the psychiatric clinic.

Summer hadn’t seen Leonardo since they got married. Anyone would assume that Leonardo had mental disorder.

She really cared for Leonardo.

Noticing his expression, Tim asked tentatively, “Mr. Emerson, when are you going to tell her your identity?”

When?

This question got Leonardo there.

Just then, there was another figure at the entrance of the clinic.

The moment Tim recognized him, he said to Leonardo, “Is that Adams?”

Leonardo looked at the man that Tim was pointing at and recognized him. The person in disguise was indeed Adams.

He was so familiar with Adams that he could tell him at a glance.

Tim got no reply. When he was puzzled, he heard the door being opened.

Leonardo got off the car and walked towards the clinic. Tim also hurried to follow.

…

In the psychiatric clinic.

Summer told Leonardo’s conditions to the psychiatrist who put on a serious expression. He said, “It’s PTSD. This should be the result of his previous experiences. To alleviate his conditions, he needs to be guided by someone close to him.”

Summer repeated subconsciously, “Previous experiences?”

The psychiatrist explained to her, “It could be an accident that happened to him, usually in childhood and adolescence. Children and teenagers are relatively fragile and prone to have PTSD.”

The explanation was simple and easy to understand.

This was what Summer had expected.

She did not tell the psychiatrist the full story. She only said that her newly married husband did not like to see people and he led a very secluded life.

Leonardo’s situation was an open secret in the Hoover City. If she went into details, the psychiatrist might guess that it was Leonardo.

“OK. Thank you, doctor.”

Summer thanked the psychiatrist, got up and walked out.

She saw two men walking towards her on her way out.

They walked over in tandem. One was in disguise, but he looked familiar.

When he was approaching her, he took off his glasses. He wore a polite smile and his voice was gentle.

“Summer, nice to see you again.”

“Adams?”

Summer stared at him in shock.

She had once again encountered Adams!

Seeing her surprise, he laughed and said, “Why are you so surprised to see me?”

Summer nodded and replied, “I have met you three times in a month. I’m so lucky that I should go buy a lottery ticket.”