Chapter 81


    Summer was not annoyed; she just shot him a few looks. Besides, she was not expecting any kind


    words from him anyway. She then said to the olddy, "Ms. Moore, let me bring you some prunes."


    The olddy was definitely a big fan of those prunes. I n a blink of an eye, she demolished the two


    boxes Summer had taken out. "Where are you nning to go next?" The olddy asked.


    "What do you reckon, Ms. Moore?"


    "Have you evere to Norwood before?"


    Summer shook her head.


    "Since it''s snowing recently, skiing in Brighmond Ski Park would be nice. You can also enjoy the snow-


    kissed scenery on a boat at Harwood Citadel after."


    Summer was quite fond of the suggestion. She was even more excited about skiing. As the thought hit


    her, she looked at Mark and asked, “Do you know how t o ski?"


    "Yes, I do...Why did you ask?" He looked at her and said.


    "You have got to be my coach then," she answered naturally.


    Mark squinted his eyes and looked at her with a calm demeanor, "Did I say I was going?”


    "Well, you did not, but you were the one who suggested a honeymoon. I can''t be here for a honeymoon


    by myself, right?” Summer refuted out of anger.


    The olddy watched them with her bright eyes, switching her gaze from one to another without


    interrupting them.


    Mark furrowed his brows, shot Summer with his sideeye, andnded his gaze on her abdomen. "Are


    you aware that you are pregnant, Mrs. Valentine?"


    "I h-h-have almost forgotten..." She coughed softly out of guilt, "Well, skiing is off the list then. Let''s just


    go sightseeing in Harwood Citadel.”


    The olddy patted her thigh and said, "Just how forgetful I am, I have almost forgotten about my


    precious little baby. There is no way the both of you are going skiing, never.”


    Mark started to look a little helpless as he was massaging his forehead gently.


    Soon afterward, Summer went upstairs for a shower, leaving the olddy and Mark alone in the living


    room.


    "What kind of feelings do you have towards Summer?" The olddy asked.


    His gaze shook ever so slightly, but he remained silent while sipping on his tea.


    She grabbed a pillow from the sofa and threw it at Mark, "How dare you show me this attitude?"


    The pillow hit Mark right at the center of his face. He took it in his hands and whispered, "Ouch, it hurts,


    M s. Moore..."


    He only showed this side of him-his cheeky and child -like demeanor-to her.


    "I am d it hurt, and don’t you dare avoid my question. What was going on in your head when you


    decided to marry her?"


    The olddy knows Mark really well; she would definitely not fall for his tricks. “Ask yourself, do you


    have any feelings for her, Mark? Even if it''s just a little?"


    Mark ced the pillow aside, the corner of his lips lifted as he squinted his eyes, "Ms. Moore, are you


    nning to switch your expertise from a trantor to a love guru?"


    His response earned him a stomp on his foot. A stomp so hard that he identally let out a faint grunt.


    "Don''t try to be funny with me. Why is it so difficult for you to answer?" Ms. Moore said.


    "Come on. This is my rtionship. Why are you so curious about it anyway..." Mark frowned as he


    responded. He was clearly hurt; one should not underestimate Ms. Moore''s strength.


    "I would not have batted an eye if you were not my


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    grandson. Frankly, I am very fond of the girl. She embodies purity and elegance. Both of you would


    make a perfect match. She might even be too good for you.”