Chapter 162


    With a sarcastic expression, Yvette earnestly urged, "D o you think she will show her true self in front of


    you, Jazz?"


    "I know her very well." Jazz''s face sank.


    "How can you be so sure? I think she must be a scheming woman. Otherwise, she would not have


    thought of using pregnancy as a trap to force your brother to marry her."


    Having reached his limit, Jazz flung his cutlery on the dining table and left without even looking at


    Yvette.


    He did not like to hear any of those words, nor did he want to hear them. He knew Summer well


    enough.


    Yvette furrowed her brows, wondering why he lost his cool.


    She thought it must be Summer who had influenced him. Otherwise, he would not have sided with


    Summer.


    She hated Summer even more when she thought of this.


    Raine just emerged from the washroom when Jazz stormed out of the living room. "What is going on


    with Jazz, Yvette?" she asked.


    Yvette suppressed her emotions and said calmly, "I reprimanded him about his studies and he did not


    like it. He has a hot temper."


    "Jazz is an independent kid. You don''t have to worry about him, Yvette." Raine suspected nothing.


    "Yeah, I don''t think I can change anything about him, n o matter how worried I am. He would probably


    listen once after you speak to him for the hundredth time. B y the way, it is January 4 tomorrow. I


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    almost forgot," Yvette said.


    "What happens on January 4?" Raine looked at Yvette i n puzzlement.


    "It is Mark''s birthday. I have been busy these few days and almost forgot about it."


    It suddenly dawned on Raine. "I almost forgot if you didn''t tell me. How did Mark spend his birthday


    previously?"


    "As you know, Mark likes it quiet. So our family usually gets together and has a meal in a hotel


    restaurant."


    "What about this year?"


    "Wait for Mark to decide. We will discuss it when hees home."


    Raine returned to her room after a while. She picked u p the calendar on the bedside table and drew a


    heart shape on January 4 using a pen.


    She drew it so lightly that no one was going to notice i t without looking closely.


    This was because she did not want Yvette to see it. She had never forgotten the day, which she had


    forever ingrained in her mind.


    January 4 was his birthday, which was tomorrow.


    She had been suppressing her feelings, which screamed and wrestled about in her body.


    Inside the room


    Two people crammed and hugged each other to sleep i n a single-sized bed.


    The bed was so small that if they slept by lying on their backs, it was not going to fit. So the only way


    was to sleep on their sides, face-to-face.


    Mark was apparently too tall for the bed. He could not stretch but had to bend his legs while he slept.


    The sun hade out, shining in through the green window screens, and on their bodies.


    The sunlight was a little dazzling. Summer blinked. Only after her eyes had adapted to the light did she


    slowly open her eyes.


    The good-looking, sunshine-filled face was just inches from her. Her heart fluttered as she stared at


    him from this distance in silence.


    After a long while, she carefully removed his hand that was wrapped around her waist, and then got up


    and walked out of the room.


    Solomon was reading the newspaper when he heard footsteps and looked up. "Good morning. Where


    is Mark?"