Chapter 622


    She called Mark in front of Daisy and asked to meet in the cafe across the street.


    When she was about to go, Daisy again warned and threatened her with a grave and serious


    expression. Summer was tired of it. It seemed that Daisy''s paranoia had gotten worse. Now that she


    had agreed; what was Daisy still worried about?


    The cafe


    The two agreed to meet at 10:00 am. When Summer arrived at 9:40 am, Mark was already there.


    He was wearing a ck suit, his charming face looked tired, his eyes bloodshot. It seemed that he had


    just rushed over from his office. She walked over, sat down across from him, and looked up. "Why did


    youe so early?"


    Mark leaned forward to get close to her, reaching to pick up her dangling hair and stroking her cheek


    affectionately. "I don''t want you to wait. You didn’t sleep wellst night, huh?"


    Summer subtly avoided his hand by picking up the coffee cup from the table. In fact, there was no need


    to pretend anything now since she was about to tell him the truth. But his gentleness and affection were


    still


    killing her.


    Her subtle gesture inadvertently hurt Mark''s heart. He squinted his eyes.


    "Mark, let’s break up.” The hot coffee scalded the corner of her mouth. She gasped and spoke slowly


    but clearly.


    "Say it again." Mark stared at her coldly, as if his eyes were about to pierce through her.


    Summer took a deep breath, looked up, and stared at him. "Let''s break up-you and me.” 1


    It turned out that rubbing salt into a wound could be s o excruciating, the pain intense and corrosive,


    eating into the flesh and bones.


    This time, Mark fell into silence, his expression deepening as he swirled the coffee in his hand.


    There was a silence between them. Their breathing became tight and painful. After a long while, just


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    when she was about to break the silence, Mark suddenly spoke, "You decidedst night?"


    Knowing that he was referring to the breakup, she nodded and twisted her fingers, the knuckles of


    which turning white.


    The corners of his mouth curled up in a sneer. "I thought I could melt your stubbornness with my love,


    but it seems that is impossible."


    "You are heartless," Mark said.


    She closed her eyes, feeling as if a fire was burning inside her, and nodded. "I will."