Chapter 7 A Genius Toddler

"I don't think so," Summer shook her head slowly. "In my opinion, Grace is a cold and stiff person. She's the exact opposite of Mommy. People always say that Mommy is fun and cheerful. She likes to entertain others. In all the years you've been friends with Mommy, haven't you noticed that?"

Louis subconsciously scratched his nose. He felt uncomfortable with the question. "Did you just belittle my girlfriend?"

"I did not belittle her. I just want to say that Mommy is great too. She's also worthy of you marrying, and I think you're more compatible with Mommy."

With a quick grunt, Louis straightened up. He was much bigger than Summer. There was no way he could be less powerful than her.

"You are so stubborn. There is no point in us talking. I'd better get some rest."

Summer stared at Louis as he walked away. "Sir, where are you going?"

"Rest!"

"What about me? I am a guest here. It would be rude of you to ignore me."

Summer put her hands on her hips and tilted her head. She didn't realize that her nagging sounded more cute than scary.

"You are an uninvited guest. Why should I serve you? Besides, you said you could take care of yourself. So, just do it. I am tired."

Summer opened her mouth, about to argue. However, Louis had already entered his bedroom, and closed the door tightly. Summer could only blink, studying the situation.

"It seems like Uncle Louis is mad at me. Is it a bad sign?" she muttered to herself. After a moment of silence, she puffed out her cheeks.

"At least, I managed to cancel the proposal. He will not marry Grace. I just have to convince him that Mommy can be a good wife for him, and I can be a sweet daughter for him. Now, what should I do?"

Summer looked around while tapping her chin with her index finger. "It's already late, and I've been on a long journey. I should rest too, but where should I sleep?"

After blinking for a moment, Summer took out her sleeping bag, and spread it out on the couch.

"This is softer than the ground. I'll definitely sleep well tonight. But before that," she rubbed her stomach.

"I think I should recharge my energy. It's way past dinner time. I need to wash my hands, eat, wash my face, and brush my teeth. After that, I can get a good night's sleep. So, where's the sink?"

While Summer explored the other rooms, Louis paced back and forth in his bedroom. His heart was restless. His mind was too full of questions.

"What is actually going on? Sky has been gone for so long, but why did she come back now? Does she object to me marrying Grace? She deliberately sent Summer here to change my mind?"

Ruffling his hair, Louis let out a quick sigh. Summer's face was now filling his mind.

"Based on Summer's age, Sky must have done it around that time. Is that why she broke her promise to me? She had a one-night stand, and preferred to spend time with another man rather than attend my graduation? Who is the father of that rebellious toddler? What do I not know?"

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Louis began banging his head with his fist. His eyes were closed, his eyebrows furrowed. He knew he couldn't let his thoughts get the better of him.

"No. Sky can't be that evil. The problem is not her, but that little creature. If she really wanted a father, why didn't she just find her biological father? Why did she ruin my plan? If she hadn't come, I would have been happy with Grace."

After a moment of silence, Louis nodded firmly. "Yeah, that stubbornness and arbitrariness ... she must have inherited those annoying attitudes from her father. It's not Sky who's at fault, but Summer and her father!"

Sighing heavily, Louis sealed his conclusion. "So, what's she doing now? She's not destroying my house, is she?"

Louis took his phone, checking the surveillance camera. Not finding Summer in the living room, he flinched. "Where did she go?"

Louis checked the other cameras. Finding Summer washing her hands on the kitchen sink, his eyebrows raised.

"She moved the chair so she could reach the tap? She's smart, apparently."

As Louis watched her movements, Summer looked cheerful and adorable. Louis didn't realize that his lips curled up slightly at that sight. Only when Summer took her lunch box to the refrigerator did he raise his eyebrows again.

"What is she looking for? Is she planning to steal food?"

Unexpectedly, the little girl put two cartons of milk in the refrigerator. After that, she sat down at the dining table. She enjoyed the bread she bought at the airport. Her head nodded happily.

"Is that piece of bread enough for her?" Louis muttered. "I think it's too little. She must be still hungry after eating."

Louis subconsciously pitied her. But when he came to his senses, he quickly shook his head.

"Why should I care about her? She is not my daughter. She is the jinx in my relationship with Grace. I should not pity her."

After eating, Summer opened the refrigerator again. She took a carton of milk from there, and brought it to the table.

"It's not even cold yet. Why is she drinking it?" Louis grumbled, trying to sound nonchalant.

But as Summer cleared the table and put the chairs back in their places, Louis couldn't deny that he was fascinated. As the toddler carried a towel, pajamas, and toothbrush into the bathroom, he couldn't deny that he felt a little worried.

A lot could happen there. Summer could have slipped, hit her head, or hurt her knee. Only when the toddler came out in cute deer pajamas did Louis breathe a sigh of relief.

"She can really take care of herself? Thank goodness."

Louis nodded proudly. However, realizing what he had just said, his smile fell back to a flat one.