Chapter 183


    Dean was in his military uniform. His face was stern when the camera captured him standing upright


    and saluting, his eyes filled with passion.


    Slowly, she regained herposure and got out of bed. She looked over to the clock-it was five in the


    morning.


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    She massaged her temples to ease her throbbing head. She tried recalling whatever that had


    happenedst night but to no avail.


    The most important question was-why on earth did Dean bring her here?


    As she left her room, something grabbed her ankle. Summer dropped her gaze and saw an endearing


    white dog weing her lively. It had a round body, simr to its shiny dark eyes.


    She had an instant connection with the dog and carried it in her arms. The dog was as friendly as it


    could be, licking her palms with its tongue.


    Hearing themotion, "I''m awake," said Dean.


    Summer nodded while tucking her hair behind her ears. "Why am I here?" she asked.


    He poured her a cup of warm water and proceeded to exin himself, "I have a nephew, and his


    speech was


    very messy. I figured I could ask for your help, so I gave you a call.


    "But it was the bar''s waiter that picked up the call, saying that you were t out drunk, and you had no


    friends with you.


    "That''s why I went over to pick you up, which is also why you''re here."


    The cup of warm water flushed away her headache. She apologized to Dean and said, "Sorry for the


    troublest night."


    "No, not at all. In your defence, you''re easy to handle when you''re drunk,"ughed Dean. He ran his


    fingers through his hair and asked, "Are you hungry? TH go make breakfast if you want to eat."


    "You? Making breakfast?" Summer looked at him with suspicion.


    "As a man living alone, one''s got to know some basic skills," Dean led out a smile once again, shing


    his pearly whites.


    Unknowingly, the corners of her lips lifted as she watched him. His smile was genuine -''living with such


    people would be so rxing'' she thought to herself. She put down the dog in her arms and asked,"


    We''ll talk about your nephew next time; I’ve got to leave now."


    "Alright," said Dean. Instead of making her stay, he offered to drop her off. "It''s still dark outside, the


    weather is still cold too. Let me take you there."


    She rejected, but he was persistent, very oddly persistent.


    Admitting defeat, she epted his offer and left the room after him.


    During the winter, the sky was still dark at five in the morning. It was also freezing cold. The tip of her


    nose turned red as soon as she stepped out into the neighborhood.


    As they were walking forward, an unusual, bright light shined right at them. It was too ring, causing


    her to divert her sight due to the difort.


    Suddenly, there was a loud noise of screeching tires. The car door opened as a trim ck figure


    stepped out of the car.


    Summer''s gaze froze. While she was looking over, Mark was already standing in front of her.


    She was unclear whether the dark sky created an illusion, but Mark''s face was as grim as the winter


    morning sky. Red veins were popping out of his eyes, and his body reeks of tobo.


    "What are you doing here?" she asked coldly. Her tone was faint and light as if it were to be blown


    away with the wind.


    Mark furrowed his brows after hearing her question. His handsome face had turned wrathful. The anger


    and resentment he had in his heart grew rapidly, engulfing his whole chest.


    After the things she had done - being gone for the whole night, sharing the same room with an


    unknown man, leaving andughing together early in the morning while he was so filled with the


    torment that h e couldn''t sleep. Yet this is the only thing she could say to me?''


    "Is this the first thing a wife would say to her husband after not returning home for the night?"


    Billy drove Mark all the way from Valentine Mansion right after he located their whereabouts. The


    journey took them two hours.


    Mark''s voice was very deep and cold, so cold that it could freeze people into ice. But Summer just


    tantly responded with a nonchnt, "Yes."


    Instantly, Mark''s gaze turned vicious. He stared at her as if he wanted to choke her to death before he


    could let things go.


    Dean noticed the unusual atmosphere arousing from the both of them. However, even if there were


    <pplications, they were still a married couple. Dean had no right to be involved.