Chapter 30


    "Yes." He sounded naughty. "Teachers should know how to improvise and adapt. I have full confidence


    in you, Miss Hart."


    "Who told you that a teacher should know how to improvise and adapt? Do you think I am a wild


    survivor?" She retorted irritably.


    "You really know a lot." He started the car and left.


    ''How could this man be so dictatorial? He never listens to others at all.’ She thought to herself with a


    frown.


    But then, she could not deny that he looked charming when he raised the corner of his mouth as he


    was leaving. Summer got off work and walked out of the school in the afternoon. A middle-aged man in


    a suit walked up and stopped her. 1


    She frowned, wondering what this man was up to. When she was about to ask, the man spoke, "I am


    Billy Day, Mr. Valentine''s secretary. He asked me to bring you to the apartment."


    No wonder. She could not refuse but to get into the car. She first returned home to pack her


    belongings.


    Only then she went to the apartment with Billy.


    It was an expensive apartment,rge, but no one else was there. She was standing in the living room


    with


    her suitcase. Billy had left. 1


    She stood there, hesitating and falling into a daze. She was nervous because she was not used to


    living with a man.


    But she also knew that there was no escape. So she gritted her teeth and walked into the bedroom with


    the suitcase.


    Club Nightshade.


    The ce was thumping with loud music, and men and women were moving their bodies to the crazy


    beat.


    Inside a private cubicle.


    Billy and Charlie stared unblinking at the man on the couch.


    Mark''s suit jacket was ced on the couch. He was wearing only a ck shirt with his sleeves rolled


    up to his elbows, revealing his muscr arms.


    He picked up a wine ss and knocked back.


    "Holy smokes, this is Polish vodka. The alcohol concentration is 96 percent. Why hasn''t he gotten


    drunk?" Billy scratched his chin.


    "I am more curious about how he got together with Miss Hart. They even got married." Charlie


    shrugged with amazement.


    ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    "As curious as I am about that, what beats me is that why is he drinking here on the first night of his


    marriage? Is he still thinking of his aunt?"


    Mark''s hand holding the wine ss stopped in midair for a fleeting second, and then it returned to


    normal, as if nothing had happened before.


    But Charlie’s keen eye had noticed that. He nudged Billy with his shoulder and whispered, “Don''t poke


    a wounded tiger, man."


    Realizing his blunder, Billy hemmed and shut up.


    1.00 am.


    Probably because she was not used to the new environment, she could not sleep. So she sat on the


    sofa.


    Mark had note home yet.


    She frowned, as she could not describe her feelings now.


    Just then, a knock on the door jolted her out of her thoughts and up from the sofa.


    ''Who could it be at this hour? Is it Mark?’


    She went to open the door and saw Charlie and Bill holding Mark on each side.


    Judging by his condition, Mark was apparently drunk.


    "Hello, Miss Hart." Billy let out a smile. "Mr. Valentine went to a business meeting and got drunk."