Summer Sweetheart novel (Leonardo and Summer)

Chapter 153: Who Is Rachel

Summer's feet hurt so bad that she limped as she walked.

She could feel the sharp gaze behind her. She bit her lip and walked into the elevator without stopping.

When Summer pressed the door closing button, she did not see Leonardo chasing after her.

She felt a bit sad, and her face turned a little pale.

The elevator slowly went down, and Summer felt her heart also descend.

...

Getting out of the elevator, Summer saw Douglas.

When Douglas saw Summer walk out with red eyes and bare feet, he was puzzled. He walked over to

support her and whispered, "Summer?"

"Why are you here?" Summer's feet really hurt. That sprained foot could not touch the ground at all and

she could only rely on Douglas who supported her.

Douglas snuck a glance at her and then stammered, "My brother ... he... he didn't mean to..."

“I know." Summer didn’t seem to care that much.

Now, whether Adams did it on purpose or not was no longer important to her.

What was important was Leonardo's attitude.

He was the one who asked her to come to the dinner party, and he was also the one who suddenly ran

over and got angry.

Even if Adams shook her hand, let alone whether he did it intentionally or unintentionally, could this be

the reason for Leonardo to get angry and ignore her feelings?

Douglas sensed that Summer was in a bad mood now. He did not speak anymore and only carefully

supported her.

When Leonardo came, Douglas was the first who noticed. Then he saw Leonardo pulling Summer out.

The two of them seemed to have quarreled, and Summer entered the elevator.

After Summer entered the elevator, Leonardo was still standing there. Seeing this, Douglas was so

anxious, but he also didn’t dare to bother Leonardo, so he went back to the elevator on the other side

and waited for Summer.

Just as Douglas was thinking about this, he suddenly heard Summer beside him ask him in a faint

voice, "Who is Rachel?"

"Who are you talking about?" Douglas abruptly turned his head, a trace of shock flashing through his

eyes.

Summer let go of his hand, looked at Douglas and repeated, "Rachel."

Previously, in the banquet hall, she heard Adams call out this name.

When Douglas heard this name, a trace of sadness suddenly appeared on his tender face. "How did

you know about her?"

Although Douglas was currently in the period of voice-changing and his voice was somewhat rough,

Summer could still hear the sadness in his voice.

This was enough to explain a lot of things.

Adams knew “Rachel” and was close to her. Douglas also knew her and was also close her.

Perhaps, Leonardo also knew “Rachel”.

Summer suddenly remembered the last time when she went to Adams's house to talk about

endorsements, the way Adams looked at her, as if he was looking at another person through her.

"Do I look like her?"

After Summer finished speaking, she realized that she had already said what she thought in her mind.

Douglas subconsciously nodded, and then suddenly shook his head, "No..." Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

"Tell the truth," Summer said firmly.

Douglas lowered his head and whispered, "Yes."

"I know." Summer let go of his hand and said, "I'll go back first."

Looking at Adams and Douglas's reactions, Summer knew that “Rachel” was a very important person

to them.

In this case, she felt that Adams's kindness towards her and Douglas's intimacy towards her were

something she had stolen from someone else.

It was all like she stole it.

Adams was a young Grand Slam movie king. Even if he wasn't, his family background wasn't

something ordinary people could match up to. However, he was so warm and intimate with her.

Douglas was the youngest. He was kind-hearted, intelligent, and had a good temper. He was also the

young master who was favored in the Emerson family. How could he be so close to her?

It was just because she looked like Rachel.

What about Leonardo?

Summer had a feeling that Leonardo also knew that woman called “Rachel”.

Was it because she looked similar to “Rachel” that he had such a strong interest in her at the

beginning?

Summer laughed self-deprecatingly and turned to look at Douglas, who was not too far away from her.

"Don't follow me."

Summer stood at the entrance of the hotel with a cold expression. Her face was white, and her entire

body showed a cold and sharp aura. She was not like Summer, who always smiled at him.

Douglas felt a little uncomfortable. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. He was

afraid that he would say something wrong.

Finally, he asked tentatively, "Then you will go back to my cousin's house, right?"

After spending so much time with Summer, he knew Summer's temper more or less.

Summer looked at his cautious appearance. Even the little curly hair, which usually looked very foreign,

looked wronged at this moment.

"I don't know."

At this time, a waiter from the hotel brought Summer shoes.

Summer thanked him and put it on.

She didn't do anything wrong and didn't have to torture herself.

She even regretted throwing her shoe that softly at Leonardo before. It definitely didn't hurt him at all

when it hit him.

She regretted it so much.

In the cold winter, Summer stood outside, her entire body shivering.

However, there were no taxis at the entrance of such a seven-star hotel, so Summer had to limp

forward.

When she finally got to the taxi, her phone suddenly rang.

Her heart skipped a beat. She bit her lips nervously. She picked it up and found that it wasn't Leonardo.

It was Jessica.

Summer could not tell what she felt. It seemed that she felt relieved, but it also seemed that her heart

sank.

She picked up the phone and said, "Jessica."

Jessica's voice was still as vigorous as ever.

"Did you go to the Emerson family's dinner party tonight? I saw your picture in a WeChat group! You

are the most gorgeous woman at the party!"

Summer smiled, her voice lacking vitality, "Don’t say that. There were many beautiful women at the

party."

"How can they compare to you!" After Jessica finished speaking, she realized that something was

wrong with Summer. "What's wrong? Your voice doesn't sound strong. Did something happen at the

party?"

Summer did not answer, but asked her instead, "Are you at home?"

Jessica replied, "Yes."

"Then I'll come look for you." After Summer finished speaking, she hung up the phone and told the

driver Jessica's address.

When the driver heard this address, he asked Summer, "Is your friend a celebrity?"

Jessica lived in a high-end neighborhood, where many celebrities lived. This was not a secret in

Hoover City.

Summer nodded, "Yes."

When getting off the taxi, the taxi driver handed his coat to Summer, "It's so cold to wear such a skirt in

winter. Wait for your friend to pick you up for a while. Put on the clothes. Don't catch a cold."