Chapter 422


    As she put the invitation card away, Summer nced around the private room and asked again,


    "Where''s Charlotte?"


    Without words or an answer to her question, Mark stood up and his long legs strode forward. His huge


    hand suddenly gripped her wrist and before she knew it, he had pulled the ring off her finger.


    Startled, Summer looked at him angrily and asked," Mark, what are you doing!"


    Mark nced at her coldly, his razor-thin lips curving up sarcastically and then looking down at the ring


    in his palm. "Just so-so...”


    "You despise the ring, but someone will like it. Give m e back my ring!" Summer''s voice was already


    tinged with anger.


    Mark listened as he raised an eyebrow and his eyes turned cold. "Of course someone will like it. Ha,


    that someone is my beloved ex-wife, isn''t it?”


    She met his eyes without avoiding them, nodded and stretched out her hand. "The ring!"


    "Ha..." He smiled faintly and said, "But thest word I want to hear right now is the ring!"


    Summer found it ironic and ridiculous that he took


    her ring away from her, and then told her, so gracefully andnguidly, that thest word he wanted to


    hear was the ring!


    "Give me back the ring, and I''ll take Charlotte back, and you’ll never hear what you don''t want to hear!"


    He nced sideways at her and said coldly, "I know a better way to get rid of it, my dear ex-wife. Would


    you like to know?"


    "I don''t even want to know. Just give it back!"


    He snorted coldly, and then with a frosty face, he lifted his long arm, and the ring had vanished from his


    big hand. Then he said to her, "It''s gone..."


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    Now the ring was truly out of his sight.


    Summer’s face changed at once; she gritted her teeth, bent down and searched the private room


    anxiously for the ring.


    They went to two shopping malls for this ring. It was not just a simple ring, it was Dean''s heart.


    She searched every part of the room; under the table, under the chairs, wherever she could see.


    Mark turned and looked at her... She looked so anxious, as if the thing that mattered most to her was


    gone. She would not mind kneeling on the ground to search for the ring even though she was wearing


    a dress.


    His eyes were icy cold. He stepped forward, grabbed her arm with his big hand and pulled her straight


    off the ground.


    Summer was wearing high heels. She wobbled as she was suddenly pulled off the ground and twisted


    her ankle. The pain spread like needles pricking the foot.


    Once she steadied herself, she calmed down and then looked at him coldly. "Are you done?"


    Mark did not like the way she looked at him and the tone of her voice. He stared at her, his low, grim


    voice spilling from his thin lips, "Is that ring really that important to you?"


    "Yes. It''s important." She still looked calm and unfazed. "If you''re done, you can leave now!"


    He gazed deeply at her, his eyebrows straight, but there was no anger in his eyes. He pulled her body


    directly into his arms and raised her chin, making their eyes meet.


    "You know why I made such a fuss. The only thing I want is for you not to marry Dean and to stay with


    me ..." The maic and attractive male voice was unusually deep and hoarse, without anger,


    sullenness or coldness, but with a vague and imperceptible tenderness.


    Mark paused for a moment, his sexy Adam’s apple rolling up and down. The three words clearly


    reached the edge of his thin lips, but seemed to be blocked there.


    He closed his eyes slightly, and after a while, he finally managed to say the three words with some


    difficulty. "I love you..."


    He had expected to feel awkward or unnatural after saying those three words, but he had not expected


    to feel relieved. His whole body was filled with indescribable relief.


    He was never a man of sweet talk...