Chapter 600


    His long figure sank into the couch as he sat still and stared at her. He pinched and massaged his


    temples and said, "I''m feeling somewhat tired. Can I stay for the


    night?"


    Without any hesitation, she bluntly rejected, "No, you cant!"


    "I won''t take up much ce. I can just sleep on the couch, and I won''t do anything to you. Don''t worry.


    Plus, I can see what you''ve spelled out on your face, I don''t have any rtion to you''. I''m just tired, and


    I don''t want to move."


    "No, you can''t stay. You should leave," she insisted. She knew her defense would copse if she let


    him carry on.


    However, she would never forget about her dad. She would never forget how he died nor her mother''s


    resolve. He''s so close yet so far for her, and she knew she isn''t allowed to reach out to him.


    After a moment, Mark got up from the couch. He let out a soft ''hmph'' and said defeatedly, "Good night."


    They were so close to one another, and she could feel his hot breath on her face when he spoke up.


    His breath felt unusually hot, and she thought it was strange. She wondered if he had a fever.


    When she was deep in her thoughts, he had opened the door and stepped out, leaving her eyes with


    his tall and lean silhouette.


    She tidied up the room after keeping her thoughts away.


    Mark was indeed having a fever. His forehead was zing hot. He had always been healthy, and the


    times in which he had fallen ill could be counted with his fingers.


    His body felt as though on fire, burning himself like a barbeque. His defined brows furrowed, and he


    pursed his lips into a line as he got in his car. He started the car and left.


    His fever was high, and he felt hot driving. His left hand held onto the steering wheel while his right


    tugged his necktie off.


    All of a sudden, a blinding light shone over from the opposite direction. His left hand slipped, and the


    car skidded right and mmed onto the guardrail.


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    Summer was fast asleep when she answered Harry''s call. After picking up the call, she immediately got


    out of bed, carried Charlotte into the car, and started the engines.


    The car elerated, and her face had be pale while she felt anxious. She gritted her teeth as she


    tried to calm herself down.


    Harry told her that he had met with a car ident, and she couldn''t help but feel panicked.


    When she arrived at the scene, the police had set up and preserved the scene. The rms were still


    ring from the police cars, and her heart pounded erratically.


    She pushed against the crowd and squeezed in. She grabbed a policeman''s shirt, and her voice


    trembled when she asked, "Where’s the driver?"


    She was afraid and had regretted not let him stay when he asked the moments earlier. ''Why did I


    chase him away just now?'' she asked.


    Turning towards the direction the police pointed, she scurried over to him. When she saw his familiar


    figure, she ran to him and asked, "Where are you injured? Is it severe?"


    Mark''s left arm was wounded badly. The doctor was patching it up for him and bandaging it when he


    heard her voice. His gaze fell upon her as he asked,'' Why are you here?"


    He patted her back to ease her breathing. His face darkened when he thought about how Harry had


    became taken more things upon himself without consulting him.


    "Doctor, is he okay?" Summer asked, looking at the doctor.


    "The would on Mr. Valentine''s left arm is quite severe. He shouldn''t move about too much these few


    days. Plus, he is having a fever as well, and it''s quite bad."