Chapter 211


    Summer slowly shook her head. When she saw Mark was soaked in blood, his white shirt red, she


    panicked. "Let''s go to the hospital first, the nearest - — . H one.


    But the paramedic who came with the police could perfectly handle wounds like this.


    So instead of going to the hospital, the two of them got into a police car and went to the police station


    to get their statements taken.


    Summer was sitting on his right, and the doctor on his left, treating his wound immactely.


    Mark did not make a sound as blue veins popped up o n the back of his hands.


    She, of course, noticed it, and was worried and nervous. The doctorforted her that although the


    wound was deep; it was only an open wound. After applying medication, disinfectant, and bandage, he


    would be fine.


    It was not until now that the gloominess in Mark''s eyes faded. He gazed at her.


    When they arrived at the police station, Mark just briefly said something to the police officers and they


    got the hint.


    The four men would end up in jail for a year.


    They were extremely dissatisfied with the oue. But the police would not give a damn because the


    person whom they had messed with was Mark Valentine.


    "Officer, we were beaten ck and blue. Look at the wounds on the four of us. We are no better than


    him!"


    "It was just a legitimate self-defence." The officer told them categorically.


    "He was using excessive force. We were nearly beaten t o death."


    "You all carried knives."


    In the end, the officer ignored theirints and asked them to be sent to the jail right away.


    Mark''s wound had been treated, and statements had been taken. They could leave now. Summer was


    following him along.


    Getting in the police car, the police officer asked," Where do you want to go, Mr. Valentine?"


    He told the officer the location; it was his high-end apartment. Summer frowned, and hurriedly said, "I


    want to go back to my apartment."


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    This undoubtedly angered Mark. His handsome face turned stony, wishing he could strangle her to


    death. Forcing his words through his teeth, he said, "Haven''t you learned your lesson yet? I dare you to


    return to


    that goddamn apartment again!”


    Summer was stunned for a moment. She then slowly said, "I don''t mean to go back to that apartment


    unit. Just that I dropped my cell phone there.”


    Mark thought for a moment and then nced at her a few times before he asked the police to drive


    back to the apartment.


    After picking up her cell phone and the down jacket, Summer got back into the car. The police officer


    who was driving was all praise for her, saying that she was smart and quick-witted.


    Summer was nonchnt toward thosepliments. She just looked worriedly at the man''s wound.


    She was the one who caused this.


    Earlier, when the group of men pushed her to the corner, fear and panicpletely consumed her.


    At that time, the first person who came to her mind was him. She kept talking to the gangsters to divert


    their attention while she reached her hand into the pocket, sending an SOS message entirely by feeling


    her fingers over the phone. It turned out that she had made the right bet.


    Mark''s lips curled upwards, as if he was the one who praised her.


    Back in Mark''s apartment. The ce was spotless. Apparently, the house was regrly cleaned.


    "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"


    Summer looked at him as she rummaged through the fridge. "Do you want to have soup or ramen?"


    Mark said not a word, but looked at her in silence. His dark eyes constantly flickered like dark clouds in


    the night sky.