Chapter 83


    Walking down the meandered corridor, Summer noticed that the Barren Lake was frozen. In other


    words, they could not go on a boat ride.


    It was a little disappointing at first, but the appealing scenerypensated for everything.


    The historical Covenwood Bridge and Waygough Pinnacle appeared extra fascinating under the thick


    nket of snow.


    The scenery was so enjoyable that she did not feel tired even after walking for miles. The only thing


    that was bothering her was the man in front of her. Never did the man check on her or turn to look at


    her. He maintained a constant distance between them.


    Summer thrust forward to catch up with him. Her breath came in short gasps. She stretched out her


    hand to grab him and said, "Hey, you could be a little more considerate towards a pregnant woman and


    slow down, you know."


    A cold breeze brushed against them. Mark looked down at her freezing hand and tightened his brows.


    "Are you shocked? My hands and legs freeze during winter every year,” she said with a faint smile on


    her face.


    "Where are your gloves?”


    She patted the back of her head, just remembering about the gloves, and said, "How forgetful of me. I


    left them back at the wishing well."


    Mark squinted, “Did you leave your brain at home?"


    "No, but it is not unusual for people to lose their belongings. Besides, you are partially responsible for


    this, since you like to walk fast. I only left it behind because I was too busy trying to catch up with you!"


    Her anger showed itself through her tone. Furiously, she pulled her hand back but was instantly


    stopped b y Mark, who held it firmly in his big warm hand.


    Shocked, she froze as still as a rock.


    But Mark was unbothered, shoving her hands into the pocket of his coat.


    There really was a distinctive difference between the temperature of a man and a woman. Summer


    was stone cold, while Mark was as warm as a morning sun.


    Her hand definitely felt warm in his pockets. But as she was staring at his masculine hand, she


    unconsciously blurted, "Your hands are warmer than the pocket."


    Mark froze before turning towards her slowly, his eyes fixated on her.


    Feeling ufortable, she chuckled awkwardly and flicked her nose, "Forget about it."


    "Dramatic...”


    He muttered before putting his hand into the pocket and wrapped his fingers around her hand. A soft


    smile stretched across his face.


    The pair were walking side by side, but Summer had lost interest in the view. Her heart was pounding


    on her chest; her cheeks were flushed; her whole body started to feel warmer every second.


    "Haaah..." she exhaled deeply. Her racing heart could not slow down no matter how hard she tried.


    How nice it would be if they could stroll around like this for the whole day.


    For the remaining time that they spent in Harwood Citadel, her hands never felt cold again. His hands


    were as warm as a firece, so warm that it even kept her cheeks warm.


    As they passed New Haven za, Summer pulled the car over to buy her parents some souvenirs.


    They never allowed her to buy them any branded down jacket, alwaysining that it was


    overpriced.


    As winter wasing to an end, the mall started to sell spring wear. Most of the branded down jackets


    were already on sale.


    There were a lot of varieties and colors to choose from as well. She was torn between the choices for


    quite some time before settling with a navy and a burgundy


    one.


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    Suddenly, Yvette crossed her mind. She stopped and turned to the man behind her, "What does mom


    like?”


    She had always felt ufortable around Yvette. There was always an indescribable awkwardness


    between them.


    Mark scanned the mall and answered nonchntly," Just get her any scarf..."


    Any...


    Could "any" ever satisfy her?


    Yvette had such high standards and taste. Summer was not foolish enough to just pick ''any'' scarf. She


    knew that she must pick cautiously if she wanted her effort to be acknowledged.


    ''How could a simple scarf like this cost $2,000!’


    Summer''s eye twitched. She herself could knit such a scarf. Besides, even if she used the finest yarn


    she could find, it would barely cost her $100.