"Is that so?" Adams looked at her with a half-smile, "That's quite a coincidence. I also came to the
bathroom."
Summer twitched her lips, not smiling.
Smiling, Adams looked at her, and then walked forward.
Summer followed him, trying to get a strand of hair on his shoulder, but failed.
Adams was indeed particular about himself.
Summer had no other choice. She had to get Adams' hair today.
She had to find out whether Adams and Michael had patrilineal connections. She could not give up this
opportunity because this was the possible way that she might find Rosie.
However, Adams was such a cautious person. Having already done the DNA test himself, he must be
very clear about the results.
If she just directly pulled his hair, it would definitely arouse his suspicions.
Summer stretched out her hand but could only take it back.
She was a little bit anxious when she saw Adams entering the bathroom.
At this time, a seven-or-eight-year-old child with a mobile phone walked past Summer.
Summer stopped him and said, "Hey, kid, can you do me a favor?"
However, the kid just looked at Summer with a cautious expression, "Adults usually don't ask for help
from children. What do you want?"
Summer was rendered speechless. 'Why are kids so smart now?'
Tilting his head, the kid looked at Summer for a while and then said, "Never mind. I don't think a pretty
woman like you could be a human trafficker. Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
"Thank you." Summer twitched the corner of her mouth and whispered in his ear, "I lost a bet, so I was
asked to pull out a strand of this man's hair."
As she spoke, she took out her phone and showed the kid Adams' photo.
The kid's eyes lit up when he saw Adams' picture, "Is he the movie star? I've seen his movie. I know
him. He's in the bathroom? I will go and get him now."
Before Summer could finish her words, the kid ran into the men's restroom.
Summer had no choice but to turn around to the restroom as well.
When she came out, she saw the kid and Adams standing at the door of the restroom.
"Can you take a picture with me? I like watching your movies so much."
"Sure."
Then the kid picked up his phone and took a picture with Adams.
To take pictures with a child of seven or eight years old, Adams, who was 1.8 meters tall, naturally had
to squat down to match his height.
They had done with the picture. But before Adams stood up, the kid suddenly reached out and pulled
out a strand of hair on his head, "Look, there is a white hair."
The kid just threw the hair on the ground. He blinked at Summer when he caught a glimpse of her.
It was really an eye-opener for Summer. Were all the children so smart now?
Not even noticing the existence of Summer, Adams left while talking to the child.
Summer walked over and picked up the hair the child had thrown onto the ground. She carefully
wrapped it in a tissue paper and stuffed it into her pants pocket. She glanced at the direction where
they left before returning to the main hall of the restaurant.
When she went to the hall, the kid had already separated from Adams. After seeing this, she rested her
mind to pay the bill and then left the restaurant.
After she left, Adams came out of the private room. He glanced at the seat where she had sat, with an
unpredictable expression.
Summer immediately called Leonardo after she got Adams' hair.
The call was quickly picked up, but it wasn't Leonardo who answered. It was Tim.
"Mr. Emerson is in a meeting." Tim said before Summer could speak, "I'll pass him the phone now."
Stunned for a moment, Summer said, "Thank you."
Summer heard hurried footsteps, followed by the sound of a door opening. Then she heard Tim
whispered to someone, "Mr. Emerson, there is a phone call for you."
A few seconds later, a familiar, deep voice came from the phone, "What's wrong?"
Summer said hastily, "I got Adams' hair."
She had never thought that she could get Adams' hair so smoothly.
After a few seconds of silence, Leonardo asked, "How do you get it?"
Summer told Leonardo all the details about how she got the hair.
Leonardo remained silent for a while and said, "If you don't have other things to do this afternoon, just
go to my apartment and wait for me. I'll come back early this evening."
Summer thought for a moment and asked him, "Are you coming back for dinner?"
Leonardo answered, "Yes."
...
Summer drove to Leonardo's apartment. She stopped by the supermarket on the way.
In addition to vegetables, she also bought some yogurt and bread.
Leonardo was so busy that he almost had no time to eat and always came back from work hungry. At
least he could eat some of these things to alley his hunger.
Finally Summer arrived at Leonardo's apartment. However, it really took her a few times to lift things
up.
She put everything into fridge in order before starting to prepare the dishes for dinner.
She wasn't sure when Leonardo would be back, but he said he would be back for dinner, so at least he
would be home before eight o'clock.
Summer started cooking at six o'clock.
She loved Leonardo dearly, so she planned to stew some soup and make some fancy dishes he liked.
Before she could finish cooking, she heard the doorbell.
Summer put down the spoon and looked at the time. It was only seven o'clock. Would Leonardo come
back so early?
She walked to the door and looked through the peephole. When she saw who was standing outside,
she went blank for a moment.
The person standing outside the door was Michael, whom she had discussed with Leonardo yesterday.
Michael rang the doorbell again. Summer pondered for a moment, and opened the door after getting
organized.
"Uncle Michael?" Summer pretended to be surprised.
Michael also looked amazed to see her, "Summer?"
Summer opened the door and retreated to the side to make room for Michael to enter.
She lowered her head and said timidly, "Are you looking for Leonardo? He hasn't returned yet."
"Why are you here?" Michael walked in and looked around before turning to look at her.
The soup Summer stewed in the kitchen gave off a fragrant smell. Michael walked in curiously and then
took a look, "Are you cooking?"
"I secretly copied the keys to his house. He used to like my cooking. I am here to cook dinner for him. I
wonder if he could feel happy after eating my meal, maybe he would kindly let me see my child..."
The more Summer said, the lower her head was buried.
She didn't know if Michael would believe her lousy excuse.
Although it was a bit contrived, it still made sense.
Lowering her head, Summer did not look at Michael's expression. Instead, she nervously dug her finger
nails into her palms.
After a while, she heard Michael saying, "It must be hard for you."
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