Jessica glanced at the kitchen and said, "I'll go help Summer. You stay here. Don't make any trouble."

Hearing her warning, Carl was rather awkward. After finished speaking, Jessica walked toward the kitchen, leaving him alone in the hall.

In the kitchen, Summer was washing vegetables.

Hearing someone coming in, she turned around and saw Jessica. "Miss Jessica, why do you come in?"

Jessica curled her lips and said, "You used to call me Jessica...."

Summer looked at her with an apologetic expression.

Seeing her like this, Jessica said at once, "Let's not talk about this anymore. I'll help you wash the vegetables."

"No necessary. I can do it myself...."

"It'll be faster. I'm so hungry."

Summer finished cooking and served the dishes on the table. Just as she was about to eat with them, she heard the sound of the door opening.

She tilted her head to look at the door and saw that Stanley had changed his shoes and was walking towards the dining room.

He was still holding the car keys in his hand. When he looked up and saw the three people inside, he was obviously shocked.

But he quickly returned to normal.

His gaze swept past Jessica and Carl, and finally landed on Summer's face. With a faint smile, he said gently, "There are guests at home?"

These words sounded very intimate.

"Yes." Summer stood up and asked, "Why are you back?"

Stanley only smiled at her and did not explain.

He walked to Summer and said, "Why not introduce your friends to me?"

Summer glanced at him and then turned to look at Jessica, "This is Jessica."

"Nice to meet you, Miss Jessica. I'm Stanley." Stanley stretched out his hand towards Jessica with an appropriate smile on his face.

Jessica stretched out her hand and said, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Stanley."

As she spoke, she quietly peered at Stanley.

He wasn't as handsome as Leonardo, but he looked very kind and should be a person with a good temperament.

It was too difficult to be like Leonardo.

But Stanley took care of Summer for three years, which was not something an ordinary man could do.

Stanley nodded slightly and looked at Carl, "Mr.copy right hot novel pub