Chapter 361
Chapter 361 Her Past
Dexter teased, “If you get drunk again, I’m not taking you home.”
Summer blushed and chuckled softly.
She eventually did get drunk, and the driver had to carry her to the car. Shey on the seat with her
arms under her head, looking at Dexter. “I missed you, Dex, she muttered.
Dexter’s wrist was tangled in her hair! He didn’t say anything.
Summer continued talking under her breath. “I had no money or connections when I left the country. I
remember taking a bus for half a day to reach a forestry area in Northern California. The CEO of an
investmentpany was staying at his vacation home there. By the time I got to the vi, it was dark,
but I had to go into the forest with a shlight. My team needed the money the next day.”
As she recollected her memories, she remembered that the mountain seemed to tower over her, its
peak lost in the darkness. The night was dark, and there weren’t any street lights to illuminate her path.
She was constantly bitten by mosquitoes and had to be extremely careful not to slip. Suddenly, she lost
her footing and fell, sliding down two stories. Her back scraped against a jagged rock, tearing through
her skin and leaving her bleeding profusely. The pain was excruciating, and her injury left a deep scar
on her back.
She continued to climb the mountain cautiously, knowing that if she slipped again, she would fall to her
death. As she neared the vi, the sky began to brighten, and she looked down at the valley below. Her
blood ran cold as she realized how high she was, and her legs felt weak.
Dexter was holding a lighter to light his cigarette but stopped when he heard her mumble. He paused,
his thumb hovering over the lighter’s wheel, lost in thought.
This hasn’t been the only time she’s had to face dangerous situations on her own. If Summer hadn’t
been watchful and cautious, she wouldn’t be here today.
“When I first became a researcher, I would camp at the office from noon until everyone got off work, but
I wouldn’t get any insights.”
“I had to pass by a dark and dangerous alley every day after work to return home. It was a known
hangout for thugs, and I was always worried that they would target me. One day, as I was walking
home carrying myptop, a group of thugs stepped in front of me and blocked my path. They must’ve
remembered me as I appeared there frequently.”
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He finally lit up his cigarette and took a deep drag. The smoke masked his face, concealing any hint of
emotion.
The thug was arge, muscr man with a scary tattoo. Summer felt a wave of fear wash over her as
he roughly grabbed her and pushed her onto the ground. The stench of alcohol wafted off of him as his
red eyes red with anger. He grabbed her by the shoulders and started to rip her clothes.
Hopelessness tied her down like an insect helplessly trapped inside a spiderweb. Her eyes shed with
darkness as she realized her life was about to end.
Summer smiled as she described her story. Suddenly, she leaned in closer to Dexter. Her lips
expanded into a wide grin, saying, “Dex, do you know what happened next?”
Dexter turned his gaze away from her.
Summer picked up the cigarette box he had thrown on the floor. She opened it and saw the neatly-lined
ck cigarettes. She took one out and reached for his lighter, a silver one from his favorite brand.
He was reluctant to give it to her, but her nails dug into his palms as she pulled harder, and he finally
had to let go.
Summer ced the cigarette between her lips and lit it. She took a deep drag, and her eyebrows
furrowed in a tight frown as the cigarette was much stronger than any she had smoked before. The
smoke stung her eyes, but she didn’t cough.
Dexter stubbed out his cigarette on the carpet. The embers bit into the carpet, immediately burning a
ck hole in it.
“What happened after?”