Chapter 621


    It was a feminine song, but Mark could sing it with a unique taste of intoxication; it was mellow,


    charming, maic, and moving.


    Summer listened seriously and attentively, not missing a single sentence. In fact, she wanted to hear


    his voice and ingrain it in her heart.


    The surroundings were quiet, and all that echoed in her ears was the sound of the wind, as well as his


    deep, melodious voice.


    A long time had passed, and she was still reluctant to hang up. He suddenly said, "Come down. I am in


    front of the hospital."


    Tears burst out of her eyes at that moment. She was afraid of making any sound, so she clenched her


    teeth, choking back her cry. "I am busy; I don’t think I can go down."


    "I am waiting for you. I drove all the way here, shouldn''t you let me see you for a second?" Mark''s voice


    was deep, yet carried a hint of gentleness.


    "I am really busy. I can''t make it. I am just making some time to call you. Tomorrow, we will meet in the


    cafe across the street. I will wait for you." "Come down." His voice deepened, anxious, as if he


    would kill her.


    "Go home now. It is gettingte, and I don’t want you t o leave Charlotte alone at home." She shook her


    head, her teeth almost sinking into the flesh of her lip. She wanted to see him so badly. 1


    But she did not dare to go downstairs, and she did not dare to see him, afraid that he might see her


    tearful eyes, and that she would get greedy and cling to him.


    "I repeat;e down." His patience was gradually running out.


    "No, you go home now. Charlotte will cry if she wakes up and can''t see you. Go now and be safe. I am


    hanging up now."


    She hung up and slumped down on the floor, her tears flowing out like a river burst its bank. She could


    no longer hold back herself. It hurt her to the core, as if a knife had stabbed into her heart.


    Downstairs


    Mark sat in the car, smoking one cigarette after another, and soon finished an entire pack of it. His


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    expression looked sullen as ck smoke.


    He rushed over immediately when she called, but she refused toe down.


    Narrowing his deep-set eyes, his eyes flickered in a dim, cold light. Her voice had a thick nasal sound


    and traces of weeping. How could he not hear it? The sneer at the corner of his mouth spread. He


    opened the window, and let the biting chilly wind blow in. There was something that he could know


    without needing her to speak.


    Summer squatted on the floor in the hospital’s corridor for a long time. She did not dare to move a bit,


    even if her legs got numb.


    A nurse, who passed by, helped her up and was startled to see her tearful face and the ringing cell


    phone which she refused to pick up.


    And downstairs, Mark had a cigarette in his left hand and a mobile phone in his right, repeatedly calling


    the same number that no one answered.


    She did not sleep all night, and so did he. Mark sat inside the car and smoked cigarettes all night.