Chapter 318


    After a while, Mark got up from his chair and headed out of the private box without a word.


    "Where are you going, Mark?" Jazz looked up.


    "I''ve got to answer a call." Mark waved his phone in his hand and walked out calmly.


    Summer dashed into thedies'' room and took off her pants, which were stained. There was no way to


    clean i t.


    But this was not the point. The thing was, she did not have a sanitary napkin in her handbag. Things


    got worse when she found she did not even have any tissue paper.


    Her period usually was dyed for three or four days. This time, it came a week earlier. She was


    caught unprepared.


    There was no toilet paper in the washroom, either. So she sat on the toilet and felt what a bad day she


    had today.


    All the bad things seemed to havee upon her at once.


    She let out a hapless sigh, unsure what to do for a moment. The only way was to call Jazz and ask him


    if he could help her buy a pack of sanitary napkins.


    It would be embarrassing, but that was the only way.


    She took out her cell phone from her handbag and was about to call Jazz when the deep voice of a


    man called her name in the washroom.


    She could not help but tremble for a second. It was clearly Mark''s voice. But what was he doing in a


    She frowned but did not respond. Mark became impatient. "Tell me if you want sanitary napkins."


    ''Sanitary napkins?'' Summer hesitated for a moment." Yes!”


    "Which cubicle are you in?" His maic voice turned deeper.


    "Just put it on the floor and I will pick it up." Her voice was t and cold. She gritted her teeth, feeling


    embarrassed, but she would not reveal it in front of him.


    She then heard something was ced on the floor, and then Mark spoke. "We need to talk when you


    Summer''s hand holding the doorknob trembled involuntarily.


    His words were unnerving her for no reason.


    ''We need to talk...''


    What did he want to talk about? She could not stop specting in her mind.


    There was nothing more to talk about between them since they were divorced. Could it be that he


    became suspicious of Charlotte’s identity?


    But his reaction had been calm, without the slightest emotional fluctuation all this while. Apart from


    trying to hold Charlotte and staring at Charlotte for a long time, there was nothing amiss about him.


    Perhaps she was overthinking. But she could not rule out this possibility, could she?


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    With aplicated thought, she pushed the cubicle door open ajar and saw a white paper bag on the


    floor.


    She was taken aback for a moment, then bent over to pick it up, and closed the door back again.


    She reached into the paper bag and saw a pack of sanitary napkins, a pack of pads of the same series,


    and a pair of white cropped shorts.