Chapter 2
Summer wrapped herself with a scarf and exhaled, making a big cloud in the air as she went outside
the hotel.
She had more than a bad day; the day of her friend''s wedding had turned out to be the day of her
losing her virginity.
It was all the fault of a drunk perv.
’Is there anyone more miserable than I am now?''
She could not help but shrink back when a gust of chilly wind blew into her face. The weather was
freezing today.
But what was done was done. There was no point crying over spilled milk.
She was twenty-four, an adult. Treating this as an absurdity of life, erasing it from her memory, and
moving on was the way forward.
She looked up and inadvertently saw a huge outdoor T V screen.
"Mr. Valentine, what is the purpose of youing back here? Are you nning to target the local
market here?"
"Yourpany in Athana is doing so well. Why do you choose to return to Estain, Mr. Valentine?"
"Would you ept an interview with our magazine, M r. Valentine?"
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Arge group of reporters raised their cameras and surrounded the man, all wanting to get an interview
with him.
The man said not a word. He kept a smile on his goodlooking face as he nodded to the reporters.
He was haughty, reserved, indifferent, elegant, yet no one thought he was rude.
Summer could not believe her eyes. He was none other than that perv.
She sneered, lowered her head, and then spun around. Right behind her, a group of women, old and
young, were fascinated at seeing the man. They were all his big fans, apparently. 2
Half an hourter, she was back at home. A strong coffee aroma drifted into her nostrils the moment
she stepped into the living room.
Daisy Scott saw it was her daughter and waved at her with a smile on her face. "Would you like a cup
of coffee, Summer?"
Summer pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind, put on a smile, and behaved like her usual self.
"What coffee is that?" "As you know, your dad and I traveled to Mowo. The ce is famous for its
coffee. We just bought a little. It is too expensive."
"It doesn’t matter. The most important thing is that we get to taste the finest coffee. It is called
enjoyment. Don''t be so hard on yourself," Solomon Hart, Summer''s dad, said.
Summer smiled. The three of them sat down at the coffee table, sipping their freshly brewed ck
coffee while her parents told of their interesting stories of the Mowo trip.
The dark roast coffee was bold and smoky in taste. Her dad liked strong ck coffee, so it was kind of
bitter.
But as bitter as it was, she drank fourrge cups of it. She checked the time, put down her coffee cup,
and ran into her room.
"What''s the matter?" Daisy looked at her in puzzlement.
"I have got to go to work this afternoon. I am runningte."
While speaking, she stuffed her new gloves into her handbag before running out of the house like a bat
out of hell.
It was 2:30 when she arrived at the office. She breathed a sigh of relief as there were still ten minutes
before her ss started.
She was teaching at First Santabaca High School, which was the top school in Santabaca. Every year,
studentspeted to get a ce here, not just because it was the top high school in the city but also
because of its wonderful benefits and treatment. But that also meant the entry requirement was stricter.
She was anguage teacher for ss 4 and 5 of 12th Grade and also the ss teacher of ss 5.
"Please turn to page 85 of the textbook. What we are going to look at today is So 85 from
Shakespeare.
I will read it aloud first, while you all look at the annotations below."
Standing on the podium, Summer cleared her throat and read out aloud.
"My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still, Whilements of your praise richlypiled-"
"Reserve my love for you with golden quill and precious phrase by all the muses filed." A clear and
pleasant voice of a student suddenly interrupted her.
All the students in the ss burst intoughter, turning around to look at the source of the voice.
Jazz Valentine rested his armszily on the table, his charming eyes squinting from the sunlighting
through the window as he spoke word by word again." My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
Whilements of your praise richlypiled, Reserve my love for you with golden quill and precious
phrase by all the muses filed."
Theughter in the ssroom got louder. Summer could not hold back herself, bellowing with a
helpless smile on her face. "Jazz Valentine!"
"May I help you, Miss Hart?" Still, with his eyes squinting, he curled his lips up with a smile.
Summer walked over and stopped beside Jazz, and then gently pinched his ears as a reprimand.
"Come to my office after ss."
Office.
"Jazz Valentine, can you stop making trouble in ss?" Summer sounded helpless.
"I think I am well-behaved enough." Jazz grinned, raising his disapproving eyebrows. "My life is too
boring. I need some fun. What about the Christmas gift you have promised me, Miss Hart?"
"You remember that better than anyone else. I have got you a Christmas present, but you have got to
promise me something."
"Promise what?"
Summer sat down at the desk. "I have been the ss teacher of ss 5 of 12th Grade for a year, and
every time there is a parent-teacher conference, I have seen none of your parents or guardians
She emphasized thest sentence.
Jazz’s slender body leaned against the desk as he reached to touch his nose. "I''m afraid that is difficult,
Miss Hart."
"Since this is the case, forget about the Christmas present. Go back to your ssroom." She picked up
a pen and started to prepare for the next lesson.
"Okay, I promise you, Miss Hart. The present..." Jazz gave in.
Pleased with his response, Summer let out a smile and took out a pair of gloves that she had prepared
in advance from her handbag. "Here you go. Merry Christmas."
Jazz took them in his hands and flipped them back and forth with a frown.
Summer stretched her hand, knowing that he did not quite like them. "You may return them to me if you
don''t like them. It took me two nights to knit this pair of gloves."
The arc of the corner of the boy''s mouth rapidly widened as he took a step forward.
She was significantly shorter than him, at only the height of Jazz''s lower jaw.
Bending down, the boy suddenly grabbed Summer''s hand and kissed her on the palm of her hand. It
caught her unawares, and she felt a warm and itchy sensation on her skin.
"Thank you for the present, Miss Hart."
Jazz let go of her hand like a French gentleman and walked out of the office, his eyes beaming with
light.
It was not until Jazz disappeared from her sight that Summer came out of her daze. The kiss sensation
was still lingering on the skin of her palm. Luckily, there was no one else in the office.
Jazz was a 12th grader, yet he acted as if he was a gentleman with a roving eye.
He looked at the gloves in his hand and came to a corner. He then took out his mobile phone and made
a call with a cheerful voice.
"It is me, Mr. Butler. Could you please tell either my dad or mom toe to my school tomorrow?"
"Mr. and Mrs. Valentine are not home, Jazz."
"Isn’t my elder brother back from Athana? Tell him that if he is noting to school tomorrow, I am
going to give him a big headache."