《The President's Accidental Wife》 Chapter 1 Chapter 1 As Summer Hart slowly opened her eyes in the morning, the first sensation she felt was sore all over her body. She lowered her head instinctively and was astounded to find that she was naked. Even her most intimate things were gone. Looking around the hotel room, she found she was alone in the room; or so it seemed. The bright red stain on the bedsheet and clothes of a man and a woman strewn on the floor told her what might have happenedst night. ''What''s going on?'' She had attended her friend''s wedding as a bridesmaidst night. How did she end up losing her virginity here? Her heart was pounding. She sat up from the bed at once, feeling cold sweat trickling down her back. This belongs to N?velDrama.Org. She quickly reached over to the bedside table for her mobile phone and made a call to Grace Livingston, her bestie. "You werepletely hammeredst night. So I brought you into Room 8802 that Sherman pre- booked. What''s wrong?" "Who else is in the room besides me?" "Who else? You are the only one. I am busy right now. Talk to yater." Summer slowly lowered her hand that held the phone and closed her eyes. She found that her mind was in a muddle, and a low rumble was drowning her thoughts. "Get my clothes ready and send them to Room 8804." A low voice came from the bathroom. ''There is someone else in the room?'' Startled, Summer looked over and saw a guy with an athletic body, wrapped in a white bathrobe, leaning against the bathroom''s doorjamb. She was wide-eyed, staring at him in shock. "What are you doing here?" Was he not the best man at the wedding yesterday? Grace just told her she was the only person in the room. So why was a guy here? "Hmm..." Mark Valentine looked at her appalled face with a sneer. "You should have been an actress, considering how impressive your acting is." "What do you mean?" Her brows furrowed. Mark squinted and looked at her up and down. His expression turned icy, and his voice went up an octave as he spoke. "First, you tried to get my attention and then got into my room while I was drunk. I have got to say that you have pulled a perfect n." Summer fought back her anger, her expression bitter." Are you sure you are not delusional? Go see a doctor." His expression became icier, with an added insidious look in his eyes. He lit a cigarette and sat down on a sofa with his legs crossed. "I believe in rewarding efforts. Since you did your partst night, you will get your reward. Just tell me what you want." "Jerk!" A plume of smoke wafting over, choking her nostrils and causing her to cough. She pulled the quilt to cover her body. ¡°What is your room number?" Mark squinted and shifted his body to get a morefortable posture. There was no emotion on his face. "8804." What did she want? He was a little curious. Summer did not look at him. She found the reception number and made a call with the speakerphone turned on. She asked nervously, "May I know what my room number is, please?" There was a while of silence on the other end. Apparently, the receptionist taking the call was dumbfounded. It was only after a while that a sweet female voice came through. "Your room number is 8802, miss." 8802? Mark¡¯s heart skipped a beat, his body stiffening. But it was only for a fleeting moment. No one had noticed it. "D*mn Charlie!" He cursed in his mind. Summer was still unsure of who was at fault at first. But now, things were apparent. "How are you going to exin this, Mr. Valentine? Superb acting, perfect n, and efforts and rewardshow ridiculous!" With more confidence, she raised her voice, turning from a timid mouse into a roaring lion. "Should you not rify things first before drawing conclusions? I am the victim, not you, Mr. Valentine. Shouldn''t you apologize for your remark?" With her head held high, summer looked at him-his athletic body, sharp jaw, unique male sexiness, and dangerous eyes unnerved her. Even so, she wanted to defend her innocence and dignity. She was hell-bent on getting an apology from him. While she was still wrestling with her thoughts, a deep voice came all of a sudden. "I''m sorry." "Huh?" His apology caught her by surprise. She stared at him, not knowing how to react. He put out the cigarette in the ashtray and then raised his chin slightly as he rubbed his forehead with his fingertip. "I am sorry. I must have drunk too much and entered the wrong roomst night.¡± At first, Summer was ready to confront him. But now h e had apologized, she would only appear unreasonable if she still kept pressing him. She was amenable to reason but not coercion. Besides, she did not want to blow things out of proportion and affect Sherman. After all, it was Sherman''s wedding. She did not know what to say, and she might as well say nothing. What is done is done. She could not turn the clock back. Right now, she just wanted to get out o f here as quickly as she could. She grabbed her inner wear and put them under the quilt. Mark''s eyes fell on the wriggling quilt. It looked like there was a caterpir crawling in there. His eyebrows raised, and his thin lips curled up in a faint smile. "What you do for a living?¡± The wriggling stopped as Summer¡¯s muffled voice sounded in the quilt. "I am a teacher." "I didn¡¯t know that. When you called the receptionist just now, you weren''t even sure who was at fault, were you? But now you have got the answer, and you are really mean like a teacher." He was still staring at the quilt. Summer''s heart skipped a beat, knowing that he had seen through her. She said not a word and quickly put on her clothes. When she finally re-emerged, her cheeks were red with fine beads of sweat on her forehead. She got out o f bed. But when her toes touched the floor, she went weak at the knees and almost tumbled to the floor. She held herself steady with her hands on the bed just in time. Just then, her eyes inadvertentlynded on the bright red stain on the bed sheet again. She froze, and her heart ached. The bright red stain was a ring contrast to the white bedsheet. Following her gaze, Mark saw what she saw. Yet, he appeared nonchnt, almost indifferent. "Since it is m y fault, I will make up for it. Just tell me what you want. By the way..." he paused and studied her for a second, "the hymen is entirely reconstructive." Summer held her breath and gritted her teeth, her chest heaving in anger. "Jerk!¡± After that, she walked toward the door without looking back. Mark suddenly strode forward and caught her wrist from behind. "What more do you want?" Summer turned her head and red at him. "Take the pills." A man in a straight suit knocked on the door and walked in after getting his permission. He looked neither right nor left but at Mark. "Mr. Valentine, this i s your clothes and the pills." i After-morning pills were necessary after an unprotected one-night stand. Even if Mark did not ask his assistant to arrange it, Summer would have to get i t when she returned home. Now that Mark had already bought it, it saved her the hassle. She popped the pills in her mouth ording to the instructions, then stepped out of the doorway at once. As if she suddenly remembered something, she stopped and spun around, looking at him with a smirk. "Which is better-your charm or the dor, Mr. Valentine? As charming as you are, don''t you think you are overconfident with yourself?" He was buttoning his shirt while she spoke. His fingers froze. He was struck dumb for the first time in his life. He regained hisposure and finished doing all the buttons elegantly, just like he did on any other days. Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Summer wrapped herself with a scarf and exhaled, making a big cloud in the air as she went outside the hotel. She had more than a bad day; the day of her friend''s wedding had turned out to be the day of her losing her virginity. It was all the fault of a drunk perv. ¡¯Is there anyone more miserable than I am now?'' She could not help but shrink back when a gust of chilly wind blew into her face. The weather was freezing today. But what was done was done. There was no point crying over spilled milk. She was twenty-four, an adult. Treating this as an absurdity of life, erasing it from her memory, and moving on was the way forward. She looked up and inadvertently saw a huge outdoor T V screen. "Mr. Valentine, what is the purpose of youing back here? Are you nning to target the local market here?" "Yourpany in Athana is doing so well. Why do you choose to return to Estain, Mr. Valentine?" "Would you ept an interview with our magazine, M r. Valentine?" Content ? copyrighted by N?velDrama.Org. Arge group of reporters raised their cameras and surrounded the man, all wanting to get an interview with him. The man said not a word. He kept a smile on his goodlooking face as he nodded to the reporters. He was haughty, reserved, indifferent, elegant, yet no one thought he was rude. Summer could not believe her eyes. He was none other than that perv. She sneered, lowered her head, and then spun around. Right behind her, a group of women, old and young, were fascinated at seeing the man. They were all his big fans, apparently. 2 Half an hourter, she was back at home. A strong coffee aroma drifted into her nostrils the moment she stepped into the living room. Daisy Scott saw it was her daughter and waved at her with a smile on her face. "Would you like a cup of coffee, Summer?" Summer pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind, put on a smile, and behaved like her usual self. "What coffee is that?" "As you know, your dad and I traveled to Mowo. The ce is famous for its coffee. We just bought a little. It is too expensive." "It doesn¡¯t matter. The most important thing is that we get to taste the finest coffee. It is called enjoyment. Don''t be so hard on yourself," Solomon Hart, Summer''s dad, said. Summer smiled. The three of them sat down at the coffee table, sipping their freshly brewed ck coffee while her parents told of their interesting stories of the Mowo trip. The dark roast coffee was bold and smoky in taste. Her dad liked strong ck coffee, so it was kind of bitter. But as bitter as it was, she drank fourrge cups of it. She checked the time, put down her coffee cup, and ran into her room. "What''s the matter?" Daisy looked at her in puzzlement. "I have got to go to work this afternoon. I am runningte." While speaking, she stuffed her new gloves into her handbag before running out of the house like a bat out of hell. It was 2:30 when she arrived at the office. She breathed a sigh of relief as there were still ten minutes before her ss started. She was teaching at First Santabaca High School, which was the top school in Santabaca. Every year, studentspeted to get a ce here, not just because it was the top high school in the city but also because of its wonderful benefits and treatment. But that also meant the entry requirement was stricter. She was anguage teacher for ss 4 and 5 of 12th Grade and also the ss teacher of ss 5. "Please turn to page 85 of the textbook. What we are going to look at today is So 85 from Shakespeare. I will read it aloud first, while you all look at the annotations below." Standing on the podium, Summer cleared her throat and read out aloud. "My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still, Whilements of your praise richlypiled-" "Reserve my love for you with golden quill and precious phrase by all the muses filed." A clear and pleasant voice of a student suddenly interrupted her. All the students in the ss burst intoughter, turning around to look at the source of the voice. Jazz Valentine rested his armszily on the table, his charming eyes squinting from the sunlighting through the window as he spoke word by word again." My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still, Whilements of your praise richlypiled, Reserve my love for you with golden quill and precious phrase by all the muses filed." Theughter in the ssroom got louder. Summer could not hold back herself, bellowing with a helpless smile on her face. "Jazz Valentine!" "May I help you, Miss Hart?" Still, with his eyes squinting, he curled his lips up with a smile. Summer walked over and stopped beside Jazz, and then gently pinched his ears as a reprimand. "Come to my office after ss." Office. "Jazz Valentine, can you stop making trouble in ss?" Summer sounded helpless. "I think I am well-behaved enough." Jazz grinned, raising his disapproving eyebrows. "My life is too boring. I need some fun. What about the Christmas gift you have promised me, Miss Hart?" "You remember that better than anyone else. I have got you a Christmas present, but you have got to promise me something." "Promise what?" Summer sat down at the desk. "I have been the ss teacher of ss 5 of 12th Grade for a year, and every time there is a parent-teacher conference, I have seen none of your parents or guardians She emphasized thest sentence. Jazz¡¯s slender body leaned against the desk as he reached to touch his nose. "I''m afraid that is difficult, Miss Hart." "Since this is the case, forget about the Christmas present. Go back to your ssroom." She picked up a pen and started to prepare for the next lesson. "Okay, I promise you, Miss Hart. The present..." Jazz gave in. Pleased with his response, Summer let out a smile and took out a pair of gloves that she had prepared in advance from her handbag. "Here you go. Merry Christmas." Jazz took them in his hands and flipped them back and forth with a frown. Summer stretched her hand, knowing that he did not quite like them. "You may return them to me if you don''t like them. It took me two nights to knit this pair of gloves." The arc of the corner of the boy''s mouth rapidly widened as he took a step forward. She was significantly shorter than him, at only the height of Jazz''s lower jaw. Bending down, the boy suddenly grabbed Summer''s hand and kissed her on the palm of her hand. It caught her unawares, and she felt a warm and itchy sensation on her skin. "Thank you for the present, Miss Hart." Jazz let go of her hand like a French gentleman and walked out of the office, his eyes beaming with light. It was not until Jazz disappeared from her sight that Summer came out of her daze. The kiss sensation was still lingering on the skin of her palm. Luckily, there was no one else in the office. Jazz was a 12th grader, yet he acted as if he was a gentleman with a roving eye. He looked at the gloves in his hand and came to a corner. He then took out his mobile phone and made a call with a cheerful voice. "It is me, Mr. Butler. Could you please tell either my dad or mom toe to my school tomorrow?" "Mr. and Mrs. Valentine are not home, Jazz." "Isn¡¯t my elder brother back from Athana? Tell him that if he is noting to school tomorrow, I am going to give him a big headache." Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Summer got up at six in the morning because she had to prepare for the parent-teacher conference. The nights were longer in the Winter, so it was still dark outside. When she looked out the window, she could vaguely see the branches swaying in the chilly wind. The climate had changed, apparently.- Christmas wasing in two days, but there was no snow-probably climate change was real. Holding a ss of water in her hand, she stood by the window, and her mind was elsewhere. Just then, there were loud footsteps. Amara Lincoln, Summer¡¯s sister-inw, staggered into her room. Amara wore a heavy makeup and reeked of alcohol. Summer frowned. "Are you drunk, Amara? Did you go gambling again?¡± she asked in a low voice. Amara looked at her. "Who told you I lost? Who dares t o say I lost? I was just having bad luck. I will win it all back in two days." Summer nced at her, picked up her scarf and handbag, and walked out of the room without saying a word again. School. It was 10:00 am, exactly the time for the parentteacher conference. The parents were seated. But there was one empty seat. Summer gently bit her lip as Jazz''s guardian was absent again. She turned around and was about to go to look for Jazz when her heart skipped a beat. How could it be him? Mark was wearing a white shirt with a camel coat hanging on his arm. He was walking in a hurry, with a careless vibe in him. There was a fleeting sense of astonishment in his eyes when he saw Summer. But no one had noticed his reaction. As he walked past her, he nced at Summer as if she was a stranger. Her heart was pounding. Even her hand holding the roster trembled. She did not know that he was Jazz''s guardian. What a small world-so small that they were crossing paths again. She swallowed, feeling as if a fishbone stuck in her throat. She took a deep breath to calm herself down. As all the parents who attended the conference were women, Mark stuck out like a sore thumb. What made him stand out even more was his sharp facial features. He looked so perfectly good- looking that it was as if God handcrafted him, not to mention his distinguished, elegant temperament. Those women took out their mobile phones and started to snap photos of him. Some of them, who were social media freaks, even went as far as posting his photos o n Twitter. 1 Mark frowned as he found these people were annoying. He nearly lost his patience. But he still managed to control himself. He looked at Summer and said in a deep voice, "Has the meeting not started yet, Miss Hart?" She was flustered, feeling uneasy. But she kept her back straightened, trying her best to ignore the tall man''s powerful sense of presence as she spoke in the tone of voice, just as she did in ss. "Thank you foring, despite your tight schedules. The purpose of this parent-teacher conference is to report to parents on the students'' academic and general performance for the past one year. I am going t o do a roll call. Please acknowledge by raising your hand." She started to read aloud names. These people here were parents or guardians of the top ten students in the ss. Summer was doing it unhurriedly. Her voice was a little hoarse, probably because she had caught a cold. Nevertheless, it still sounded pleasant. She was bouncy when talking about students. Mark raised his brows, squinting to study her. Her ck hair was shoulder length. Her eyes were round, ck, and lustrous like beads. She had a small, delicate nose, and her lips were vermilion. Her cheeks glowed like a jade. The red down jacket she wore made a striking contrast with her fair skin. She was wearing no makeup yet looked fairly presentable and pleasing to the eyes. As hard as she forced herself to focus, she could still not ignore his gaze. She took a deep breath, kept telling herself to keep calm. "Guardian of Jazz Valentine?¡± Mark leaned back and raised his handzily. "Here." Those women at the conference looked over at him upon hearing his mellow, maic voice. Summer reminded herself that this man was now the guardian of her student, not the man of that night. She warned herself again in her mind, then looked up and said calmly, "Do you know how is Jazz doing in the school?" Still maintaining his previous posture, Mark tilted his head sideways as if he was listening attentively. He looked charming that way. "He has been getting second ce from the bottom in every exam, without exception. I hope Mr. Valentine could pay more attention to him." Any parent would have felt embarrassed by such ament. Yet Mark appeared nonchnt. "How Content ? copyrighted by N?velDrama.Org. many twelfth graders are here in the school?" "Two thousand nine hundred," Summer replied. He flicked his sleeve with his fingers and nodded casually. "Isn¡¯t there another person behind him? Two thousand eight hundred and ny-ninth-this is pretty good, don¡¯t you think?¡¯¡¯ Summer was struck dumb at hearing what he said and secretly sneered. The rich had a different mindset. They had nothing to worry about even if they got thest ce in exams. "Your way of thinking is really unusual, Mr. Valentine." "Well, you could say that." Mark''s lips curled up, and h e looked at her with his eyes slightly narrowed. Their eyes met, and her heart skipped a beat. She quickly looked away. The parent-teacher conference ended. Mark pushed the chair aside and walked out of the room. Jazz had been waiting outside for a long time. "Hey, Mark." Mark nodded in acknowledgment and said nothing for a while. "Was that how you took the exam?" he finally said. Jazz hemmed and then grinned. "Why do you think the prices of merchandise in the malls always end with a ''9''? That means rare is precious. Which do you think sounds better: 2,900 or 2,899?" "Are you saying that you are a merchandise with a price tag?" Mark shot him a cold, warning nce." Next time, if you get 2,899th again, you are finished." "Since when have you been so concerned about my academic performance? Next time, I will not get 2,899th but 2,898th. It is not bad at all.¡± "Next time, if you cannot get into the top 1,000 spot, I will cut off all your finances," Mark said coldly. "Then, you have got to promise me one thing," Jazz replied with a shrug. "What is that?" After the parents and guardians left, it was noon, time for lunch. Summer stretched and walked out of the school gate. She was thinking of having pasta when a ck Bentley pulled up beside her. Chapter 4 Chapter 4 Summer took several steps back. She was startled when the car''s window rolled down and saw that it was him again. Mark first nced at her, and then looked at Jazz, who was sitting on the front passenger seat. "Get off."- The door opened, and Jazz got out of the car. He again acted like a gentleman, with a smile on his face. "Mark wants to talk to you, Miss Hart." ''Why does he want to talk to me?'' Summer''s heart skipped a beat. She nced at the man in the car with caution. "What is it about?" "It is about my study." Jazz hemmed and forced a smile. She must have been stressed out and overthought. She licked her lips. "Since it is about Jazz¡¯s study, why don¡¯t you go to my office?" "Considering who Mark is, reporters must have gotten the wind and are on their way here. We had better find a better ce." While speaking, the school principal, who had got the wind, rushed out to meet Mark. "You should have told me earlier that you woulde, Mr. Valentine, so I coulde out to wee you." Mark cleared his throat and nodded casually. "I am here just for the parent-teacher conference. I didn¡¯t want to bother you." "Don''t mention it, Mr. Valentine." The school principal rubbed his hands awkwardly. Only then did he notice Summer was here. He looked at her in surprise. "Miss Hart?" Summer nodded politely. She did not know that the school principal would notice a small fry like her. "I need to talk to Miss Hart about my younger brother''s study," Mark said. "Sure." The school principal grinned from ear to ear and then looked at Summer. "Go talk with Mr. Valentine. Take your time; there is no rush toe back today. But pleasee up with something specific, don''t disappoint Mr. Valentine." ''Does the school principal have to do it so conspicuously to please Mark Valentine?'' The principal looked like a father who sold his daughter for a penny. Summer thought to herself as she tried to get out of this. "But I still have sses in the afternoon." ''Is she a heedless folly?'' The principal had gotten anxious now, ''Screw the d*mn sses and go with Mr. Valentine, would you?'' "Don¡¯t worry. Miss Atkinson will take your ce, Miss Hart." Jazz raised an eyebrow at the principal. "Okay, we will take Miss Hart away." Without waiting for Summer to respond, Jazz opened the car door, put his hand on her shoulder, and shoved her into the back seat while he got into the front passenger seat. "Where are we going, Mark?" Jazz tilted his head and asked. "I''m starving," Mark said with a hoarse, low voice. He leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes to take a catnap, his eyes sweeping over her. Summer frowned and was uneasy, as the energy of the man beside her was too hard to ignore. She dared not even move a muscle, for Christ''s sake. Jazz and the chauffeur were also in the car, but that did not lessen the pressure she felt. Instead, things became more and more unbearable to her. She had to keep her eyes looking straight. Or else she would see the man from the corner of her eye. The car drove forward steadily before it finally came t o a halt in front of an expensive-looking restaurant. In the elegant and ptial private dining room, a medium-cooked steak was ced in front of each of them, along with a bottle of red wine. Jazz was the one who ordered the steaks. He kept asking Summer what she would like to eat as he took out a menu for her. But all Summer wanted was to get out of here as fast a s she could. She tried to find an excuse to leave. But her attempt was useless. Jazz had still ordered a steak for her. The red wine slid down the transparent ss slowly and smoothly, with a mellow aroma spreading in the room. Mark looked at Summer for a few seconds and then put down the winess in his hand. "Are you going to stand there forever, Miss Hart?" Both Mark and Jazz had already sat down. It would make her look odd if she still kept standing there. So she had no choice but to sit down, albeit reluctantly. There was only the sound of cutlery in the room. She pinched her fingers and broke the suffocating silence. "Did you say you want to talk about Jazz''s study?¡± Jazz was about to sip at the red wine when he heard his name. He quickly found an excuse and left the table. He winked at Mark as he left. Mark was cutting his steak with cutlery like an elegant gentleman when he heard Summer''s question. He looked at her. "What do you think if I hire a private tutor for Jazz, Miss Hart?" His business-like reply eased her tension. "I think that might be a good idea.¡± "So you agree to be Jazz''s tutor, do you?" he immediately said. She was wide-eyed, straightening her back at once." When did I say that?¡± Mark put down the cutlery in his hand, picked up the winess, and took a sip of the wine. "So what do you say, Miss Hart?" "I am sorry. I don''t have time." She rejected it categorically. "It will not take too much of your time. Just two hours every day will do." "It is not a question of how much time. I really don¡¯t have time." She mustered her courage to look him directly in the eyes. But Mark did not seem to hear what she said. "I will pay double of your current sry." "Neither is it a matter of money. Please find someone else, Mr. Valentine." Summer sounded cold. She wanted to erase her memories of that night. She wanted to have nothing to do with him. Every time she saw him, it would remind her of what happened that night. Mark gently swirled the red wine in the ss. He appeared to have no emotion, a stark contrast to her agitation. "What do you think if I discuss it with the school principal, Miss Hart?" That sounded more like a threat to her. The school principal was apparently biased toward Mark. As sure as the sun will rise tomorrow, she knew that the principal would give her up to Mark. A fit of anger rose within her. She sprang to her feet, her chest heaving. "Why do you insist on getting me a s Jazz¡¯s tutor?" There were countless people who wanted to be a tutor. So why threaten her like this? What were his intentions? Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org. "You must have misunderstood, Miss Hart.¡± There was a weak smile on Mark''s face. "It is not me but Mark who wants you to be his tutor." 3 Summer looked at him, stunned. "Jazz?" 1 "Yeah," Mark repliedzily. It turned out that she had over-thought. How embarrassing! She blushed and took a deep breath. "I a m sorry, I was too emotional just now." Chapter 5 Chapter 5 "What do you think, Miss Hart?" Mark looked up and asked again. "I still refuse." Summer looked at him in the eyes and spelled out the answer. He narrowed his eyes and stared at her but said nothing, as if he had read her mind at this moment. She looked up in surprise when she heard nothing from him. It was at this moment that their eyes met. She plunged into his prating gaze with her heart pounding uncontrobly. As the air of silence built up between them, Mark suddenly opened his mouth, his voice sounding so unquestionable and confident. "I suppose your refusal has something to do with what happened that night." Summer expression changed. She was afraid of this man. He was like a cheetah in a gentleman¡¯s clothes. H e would kill its prey in an instant. She did not deny what he said was correct. She even nodded in admission. "I have something to say about that night." Mark looked at her. "It was out of good intentions to suggest a hymen reconstruction. I think you must have misunderstood me, Miss Hart." What he said got on her nerves immediately. She gritted her teeth and said in a low voice, "I hope you canpletely forget about that night, Mr. Valentine. I don''t care if your have a good intention." "I have forgotten it. It is you who can¡¯t get over it, Miss Hart." He was observing her with his prating eyes. She looked away to avoid his gaze. "I am not." "Why not be Jazz''s tutor then?" Mark raised an eyebrow, giving her more pressure, i He had sessfully ignited her rare irritability. She rose to her feet at once, feeling annoyed. "No! I am not going to do that. No! Don¡¯t you get it, Mr. Valentine?" She flushed. Her big eyes were sparkling clean, ck, and bright, so much so that even Mark was attracted t o them. His eyes flickered as his lips curled up in a weak smile. "You are losing it again, Miss Hart." "So what even if I am losing it? I told you I didn¡¯t want t o be Jazz''s tutor. I still have sses in the afternoon. Please excuse me, Mr. Valentine." Summer grabbed her handbag and headed to the door. After only going two steps away, someone pushed the door open from the outside. It was Jazz. Mark raised an eyebrow as he saw Jazz. "I am not going to force Miss Hart to do what she doesn¡¯t like, Jazz. Tell Ben to send Miss Hart back to the school." Jazz¡¯s eyebrows furrowed. He looked at Summer. " Why not, Miss Hart?" ¡±1 still have a lot of work to do, Jazz. I don''t have time t o be a tutor." Summer looked at Jazz apologetically. She then walked around Jazz and left. Mark got to his feet and walked out, too. He raised an eyebrow when he saw Jazz still standing on the spot. " Aren''t you going?¡± "Do you believe I can get her to agree, Mark?" The corner of Jazz¡¯s mouth curled up in a smile. "I have a lot of stuff to do, too. I don''t have time to go to school." Mark checked the time as he got into his ck Bentley. He could not care less about what Jazz said. When Summer arrived at the school, the school principal summoned her to his office. He asked her many questions irrelevant to her work. All of them were about Mark. She sat there, pretending to be listening. She was drowsy, and her stomach growled because she had eaten nothing today. All because her n for pasta did not work out this afternoon. The principal had done his talking, and she could finally leave. Before that, the principal kept reminding her to monitor Jazz''s study. She was surprised by how far the principal would go t o butter up Mark. He was beyond redemption. In the following days, Summer noticed that the seat in thest row by the window had always been vacant. That was Jazz¡¯s seat. Every time she called Jazz on the phone, a sweet female voice would tell her that the number she had dialed was busy and to call backter. This would be normal if this happened once or twice. But it had been going on every time she called, which only meant one thing: Jazz was evading her. He was twenty this year, yet he was throwing a tantrum like a child. But she could understand why Jazz behaved that way -it was all because she had refused to be his tutor. Letting out a helpless sigh, she took out the student record book and started looking for Jazz¡¯s address. The year-end exam would be held in two days; she had to make sure Jazz take the exam, no matter what. She jotted down Jazz¡¯s address on the phone and waved down a taxi. "Clovervale Residence, please,¡± she told the driver. The taxi driver nced at her twice with a smile. "You live there? I heard that the houses there are super expensive." "No, I am just seeing a friend." She had heard about the house prices in Clovervale Residence, too. They were expensive. But she had never been there before. Today was her first visit. Half an hourter, the taxi stopped in front of a neighborhood. The air quality and the environment here were superb. She could smell the faint fragrance of flowers i n the air as they walked in. She followed the address, came up to the third condo. She stopped in front of a door and was surprised to see that it was open ajar. ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org . She checked the address several times to make sure she hade to the correct unit before she pushed the door open and walked in. But just a few steps in, she froze in ce like a sculpture, as if the soles of her feet were nailed to the floor. She heard what might sound like the soft moan o f lust. She did not need to look and knew what was going on i n the house. Blood was rising to the top of her head, her mouth dry, her face blushing big time, as if blood was going to drip out of her skin. ''W-W-What is going on?'' She did not know what to do. She did not even know where to put her hands and feet, her mind just going nk. The only thought that came to mind was to leave this freaking ce. She heard a loud noise under her feet when she spun around. D*mn, she had knocked over a trash can. Her expression changed drastically, and she was again petrified in ce. Just then, Jazz''s voice came. "Did you hear that, Mark?" "If you can''t keep quiet, just get the hell out of here." A low voice snapped. Chapter 6 Chapter 6 Summer sensed something was wrong and realized her blunder. Things were not what she thought. Out of doubt and curiosity, she walked through the foyer quietly. As soon as she stepped foot into the living room, a giant, wall-mounted LCD screen came into view. She was blushing big time. She looked down, and only then she noticed the two guys on the sofa. Jazz''s eyes were glued to the TV while expressing his opinions. "Look at her boobs, Mark. I am dead sure they are fake. She has really long legs, though." Mark had apparently juste out of a shower. His hair was damp, and he was wearing casually, yet still elegantly. He was looking at a stack of documents in front of him. Just then, he sensed her stare. His hand holding a pen paused as he looked up and saw her. He was not surprised nor felt embarrassed. He cocked an eyebrow and looked at her. "Hello, Miss Hart." Jazz, who was still staring at the TV when he heard Mark called out Summer''s name, spontaneously looked back. He blushed and cursed in his mind. Jumping up from the sofa, he scrambled to stand in front of the TV. When he found it was impossible to block it off, he ran up to Summer and covered her eyes with his hands instead. He then looked at his elder brother and yelled in embarrassment. "Switch it off quickly!" Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org. Mark was totallyposed in contrast. He leaned over, reaching over the granite coffee table for the remote controller. He pressed the Off button, and the T V screen went ck. As silence returned, Jazz hemmed twice, only then let off his hand. "I''m going to make some coffee." He disappeared from sight before Summer could say anything. She was on the point of saying something when she bit her tongue. Sitting down on the sofa, she started to look around. The house was spacious and looked expensive. It had a two-tone design, which was ck and white. She was surprised to discover that she could see the ocean from where she was sitting. While she was still in awe, Mark¡¯s voice came to her ears. "How did you find us here, Miss Hart?" "It is in Jazz''s personal details," she answered. Mark narrowed his eyes and shot a questioning look a t Jazz, who wasing back out with coffee. Jazz''s heart missed a beat. His elder brother must have found out that he used his address instead of his home¡¯s. Summer did not drink the coffee but just looked at Jazz. "The final exam will be in two days. What are you going to do?¡± "I still have stuff to do. I don''t have time to go to school,¡± Jazz said, as if it was a matter of course, just like what she said earlier. "Jazz Valentine!¡± Summer was annoyed. She spelled out his name. ¡°I am not going to take the final exam if you don''t agree to be my tutor. You know that I always mean what I say." Summer had been teaching him for a year. Of course, she knew him well. That fact that she hade today meant that she hadpromised. "Let¡¯s talk about what you did just now, shall we?" She changed the subject. "Since you are a twenty- year-old adult, I don''t mean to stop you from watching those stuff. But you have got to have the right thinking." She had never discussed such a topic with any male. A s best as she could pretend to be calm, she still blushed from talking about the topic. Jazz was no more embarrassed. He now nodded with a smile. Mark was reading his office documents when he overheard their conversation. His lips curled up in a smirk when he took a glimpse at her, seeing her futile attempt to cover up her blushed face with a serious expression. ''Does she really think that kid know nothing about adult stuff?'' "And you, Mr. Valentine,¡± Summer suddenly looked over at him, "how could you abet him as his guardian?" Now he was to me. Mark looked up, narrowed his eyes as he leaned back o n the sofa leisurely. "Didn''t you say you would not stop him from watching, just that he needed to have the right thinking? I have no reason to stop him, do I?" She could not find the word to respond. So she took a deep breath to suppress her anger. "You should teach him with the right thinking, shouldn''t you?" She was not a hotheaded person by any measure, yet h e could always find a way to arouse her anger. He massaged his forehead with his slender fingers while watching her. He then frowned with a serious expression. "What is the right thinking?" He was getting on her nerves. She gritted her teeth, her chest heaving with anger, so much so that blue veins popped up on her skin. "Mr. Valentine!" He was simply chopping logic and could not be reasoned with. Mark raised his eyebrows again. The heat was going u p a notch. Her blushed face was set off by her pale yellow down jacket, making her skin look creamy, lustrous, and moist. When what happened that night came to mind, Summer''s eyes darkened in an instant. Was he not worried about setting a terrible example for Jazz? "Is that how you should be as an adult, Mr. Valentine?" Summer gritted her teeth again. In her eyes, he never understood what she said. Not only that, he even twisted her words, which really made her hackles rise. "You are no better, Miss Hart. Hasn''t anyone told you that you should ring the doorbell before entering someone else''s house?" Mark hit back with a sneer. "You-" Summer could not find a word to respond. Her hands were clenched into fists as she red at him. He looked at her, his manner still elegant as he signed the documents in front of him. The atmosphere tensed up instantly. Meanwhile, Jazz, who was standing by, seemed to have been forgotten. Chapter 7 Chapter 7 Just when Mark was about to speak to break the silence, Summer looked away. She took a deep breath and then said with an unusually calm tone of voice with a hint of sarcasm, "If you have time, Mr. Valentine, you should still pay more attention to your younger brother." After saying that, she walked out of the door at once. A s she walked out, she kept telling herself repeatedly to calm down, and that she need not bother with what Mark said. Nevertheless, she still lost her cool by mming the door shut behind her with a loud bang. Mark had heard that. He raised his eyebrows and spoke to Jazz casually. "Miss Hart seems to have a hot temper; she gets worked up easily." Jazz retorted with a hiss. "Not at all. She is recognized in the school as a good-natured person." "Really?" Mark¡¯s response was casual and perfunctory. He shrugged off what Jazz said. Jazz sat down and extended his hand in front of Mark¡¯s eyes, showing off and in defense. "This is the Christmas gift she gave me. She knitted it by herself. Isn¡¯t she ingenious?¡± A light flickered in Mark''s eyes as the white woolen gloves came into view. He looked away after a few seconds and said, "It looks ugly indeed." By the time Summer reached home, it was already afternoon. She opened the door to the living room and saw Amara sitting on the sofa in her pajamas with her legs crossed, and also a pile of snacks in front of her. The TV was showing a program in finance and economics. Summer took two glimpses of it and became a little curious. When did Amara be interested in finance and economics? Was she not only interested in beauty and fashion? Hearing a sound, Amara looked up and beckoned to her excitedly. "Sit here and let''s watch together.¡± "I don''t understand a thing about finance and economics, and I''m not very interested. Enjoy yourself.¡± Summer changed into slippers, picked up the hot water cup, and warmed her frozen hands. "I have onlypleted Eleventh Grade and not even finished Twelfth Grade. Do you think I can understand it?" Amara frowned. "I am looking at this episode''s featured figure, Mark Valentine. There he is. Look! He i s here." As she turned around, Summer''s eyes fell on the TV. The hostess in a ck suit was talking about the Valentine Group with enthusiasm. The annual profit and dividends of Valentine Group, including that it was the onlypany listed in the world¡¯s top 200panies, was the pride of everyone i n Santabaca. And what came out next was a photo of Mark Valentine in a ck knee-length coat and smoky gray suit pants. His thin lips were tightly pressed together with not much expression on his face. He exuded a sense of maturity and elegance. "He is even more charming than celebrities and models. How can he be so charming?" Amara eximed. "What do you think, Summer?" "Ordinary." Summer said in a nonchnt tone of voice. The image of Mark, who could not be reasoned with and chop logic, came to mind. She spontaneously clenched the cup in her hand and gritted her teeth. "Ordinary? You need to check your eyes. He is tens of millions of times better than your wimpy brother, a big man who only earns four thousand dors a month. It is simply not enough." Amara sneered. Summer did not want to argue with her. After all, she was her own sister-inw. But hearing Amara calling her brother a wimp, she could not help but hit back with a sneer. "Then why don¡¯t you look for a job yourself? Two people making money is better than one. Amara snorted. "It is only natural for a man to support his wife. What do you call a man if not a wimp when h e can''t even support his wife?" Summer had a bitter expression on her face. She took a sip of water and retorted. "When you have a gambler as your wife, eight out of ten men are usually wimpy." i Amara did nothing serious all day but gambled away the money her husband, who was also Summer¡¯s elder brother, made every month. Not only that, she enjoyed shopping and would buy a bunch of clothes whenever she went out. ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org . Besides, she was gluttonous,zy, and picky about food. She would not touch any food unless it was good, tender, and fresh. She did not even make her bed but expected her mother-inw to do it for her. Summer wondered what her brother liked about Amara. She always felt that her mom and dad had been too tolerant. Her mother did not want any conflicts with her daughter-inw, so her mother never let her get involved. The humiliating remark angered Amara. As she was about to yell at Summer, something came to mind. Her face changed, and she quickly suppressed her emotion. "Do you know where the title of our house is, Summer?" "How am I supposed to know? You¡¯d better not meddle with it." Summer warned and then ignored her and walked into her room. There really was nomon ground between them. If not for living under the same roof, she would never want to talk to such a person. "What an arrogant whelp! I don''t need you to tell me. I can find it myself!" Amara sneered behind her back. When thinking about that imminent thing, her expression changed again. Immediately, she sneaked into Daisy''s room and rummaged around. Inside the room. After taking a shower, Summer called Daisy, "Where d o you keep the house title, mom?" Amara¡¯s question might sound innocent, but Summer had got an uneasy feeling about it. She was worried that Amara might be up to something. Daisy was on the train at the moment; her surroundings were noisy. So she found a quiet corner and continued. "Why ask? Your dad is the one who keeps it. I haven¡¯t got a clue about it. Should I ask your dad?" "Then does Amara know where it is kept?" "Even I don''t have the faintest idea where your dad keeps the title. I am sure Amara will never know about it. What happened?" Summer breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing that." Nothing. I was just asking. Be safe. I will hang up here." Since even her mom had no idea where the title was, Amara certainly did not know, too. It was December 25th, Christmas, in two days. And after Christmas, it is New Year''s Day. And after New Year''s Day, it would be the year-end final exam. It was usually the busiest time of the year for her, and this year was no exception. In fact, this year was even busier than in previous years because she had to work as a tutor for Jazz every night. It stressed her out when so many things came at once. The good thing was, she did not see Mark when she went over to give Jazz tuition. It was Christmas today. Shops on both sides of the road had already put up their decorations with green Christmas trees, white snowkes, and red Santa us. She checked the time and urged the taxi driver anxiously. "Please drive faster. I¡¯m in a hurry." Chapter 8 Chapter 8 She still had sses at 1.00 pm. But when she hurried out in the morning, she identally dropped two teaching materials. "As much as I want to drive faster, the traffic sucks. It i s Christmas today,dy.¡± It usually took only half an hour to cover the distance, but today it took 50 minutes, which just showed how terrible the traffic jam was. Knowing that she was going to bete, Summer called Nancy Atkinson immediately, hoping that they could swap sses. Nancy did not ask why but readily agreed. Summer could have a sigh of relief. Nancy¡¯s ss was at 3.00 p m, so she still had plenty of time. When she arrived home and pushed open the door to the yard, she was puzzled when she saw arge group of people standing there. "Who are you all?" A middle-aged man in his forties came up and looked at her. "Are you the former house owner here?" Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org. "What do you mean by former house owner?" it startled Summer to hear that. "Let me tell you. I am the owner of this house now. You are the ex-owner,¡± the middle-aged man said. "What are you talking about? We didn''t sell the house. You must have made a mistake." "Take a look at this document,dy." The middle-aged man passed the document over to her. She took the document in her hands. Her face crashed, turning pale as she read. She clenched the document with her fingers, as if she was about to tear i t apart. Apparently, the document the man handed her was a deed with signatures of both the seller and the buyer, and the property had been paid for. The deed had been notarized and stamped. Color faded from her face, but she remainedposed. She knew that there was no point in arguing right now. The only thing that she had to do was to ept reality. "But we haven''t found a ce to stay. Could you please allow us a few more days?" The only way was to buy more time so that she could figure out what to do next. The middle-aged man took back the deed. "I am afraid I can''t,dy. We need a ce to stay, too." "Just one day-one day, okay?" Summer was almost pleading. "We haven''t moved our belongings yet. How are you going to move in?" "You have got to move out, no matter what. I am not going to sleep on the street tonight. Don''t worry about us,dy. You should worry about where to put your stuff. I was going to call you just now when you came back." While speaking, Summer saw a few employees of a movingpanye out, carrying the bed in her room. Where would she find a ce to put these things, given such short notice? Gritting her teeth, she begged the middle-aged man." You see, I really have nowhere to go. Would you please vacate a room for me to put my stuff first? I promise I will move out tomorrow, okay?" Seeing her pathetic look, the middle-aged man gave i n. "Well, then. But you must move out tomorrow." "Sure. Sure." After packing up everything in the room, it was already three in the afternoon-time for ss. But Summer was not in the mood to check the time. Wiping the sweat off her forehead with anger boiling inside her, she dialed Amara''s number. But Amara did not answer, and a sweet female voice told her to call againter. She had called five times, and all the calls did not get through. Amara must have deliberately refused to pick up. Summer''s chest was heaving. She gritted her teeth as sheposed a text message: ''Are you still busy right now, Amara? My brother just called, saying that he will get his sry and bonus together in advance this month before New Year''s Day. He transferred three hundred dors into my ount to buy a Christmas gift, and I am supposed to give you the rest. I will keep the money for myself if you don¡¯t call back. Don¡¯t say I didn''t tell you. Oh, yeah, aren''t you supposed to treat me to dinner?1 She even added a smiley face at the end of the message. By now, her knuckles had turned pale. On the other hand, Amara was ying poker in a smoke-filled casino. When she heard the notification sound, she took out her mobile phone and checked the message. She frowned in puzzlement after reading the message. Did the buyer not tell her he would move in today? Could it be that Summer was still aware of it? After thinking about it again, she figured that probably the new owner postponed moving in for one day. So it was natural that Summer had not learned about it. But why did her husband transfer the money to Summer? He could probably not get through her phone, but he could have directly transferred the money to her ount. So what was going on? She cursed in a low voice and then put up a smile as she returned the call to Summer. "I just saw your text message. Didn''t you say you want to try the famous ten -course meal in the city? I will wait in front of the restaurant on Portwell Street. Okay, I will hang up now. Be on time." During the call, Amara had been carefully paying attention to Summer''s tone of voice. Amara breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Summer speak in a modted tone of voice, just like how she spoke on normal days. Leaving the casino, she headed straight to the restaurant at Portwell Street. After waiting for about twenty minutes in front of the restaurant, she atst saw Summer stepping out of a taxi. Amara smiled like a Cheshire cat as she stepped out o n her eight-centimeter high heels to greet Summer." What took you so long?" Saying nothing, Summer paid the taxi driver. She had been so angry that her eyes literally spat fire. She spun around and raised her hand before pping Amara with all her strength. Amara fell back several steps from the force of the p. She lost her bnce on her high heels and fell to the ground. It startled passersby, who stopped in their tracks and rubbernecked. Amara was caught unawares, not knowing what happened. A whileter, she came to her senses and realized that Summer was luring her out. She quietly cursed in her mind as she pulled herself u p with a hand on her red and swollen face, trying to y the victim. "What is wrong with you, Summer?¡± Summer gritted her teeth and looked at her with icy eyes; how she wished she could give Amara a couple more ps. "Stop pretending!" She had put up with Amara''s nonsense for far too long. Her patience had run out this time. "Pretending what? What do you mean? I have no idea what you are talking about.¡± Amara shook her head, pretending that she had been wronged. All eyes were on Summer right now. Everyone started t o judge, pointing their fingers. But Summer did not give a hoot about those rubberneckers. She was paying her entire attention to Amara, her reasoning andposure flying out of the window. "I really don''t understand. Did I do something wrong?" Amara was still pretending. Chapter 9 Chapter 9 Summer lunged up and grabbed Amara''s hair, then gave her a couple of ps again. "Do I have to remind you of the conscienceless things that you have done?" She had hit no one until Amara came along. Right now, she wished she could strangle Amara. Amara sneered in a low voice that only Summer could hear. "So what if I just did it? You had better kill me now, or else I will make sure you regret itter." Not only did Amara have no sense of remorse, but she also behaved arrogantly. Summer lost herst trace of sanity as she hit Amara again to vent the monstrous anger in her. Amara did not fight back but took the ps with a sneer. More and more onlookers gathered and caused traffic jams. Some people finally could no longer sit by and watch. They called out loudly, "Call the police! If this continues, that poordy will die. Call the police!" Hearing those words, Amara shouted, "Help! This woman hit me! She is a teacher. She hit me!" Those onlookers despised Summer even more, as they thought how could she do such a thing to that poordy in public, not to mention that she was a teacher. Before long, a police patrol car arrived. Two police officers got out of the car. "What the hell is going on?¡± Everyone pointed fingers at Summer. "This woman, a teacher, hit that poor, helplessdy. We can all testify that the victim never hit her back.¡± The two police officers stepped forward and apprehended Summer by her arms, respectively. " Follow us back to the police station. Everyone, disperse now!¡± Summer had note to her senses and was still struggling and yelling. "Let me go! Let me go!¡± No way the police officers would listen. They shoved her into the police car, along with Amara and an eyewitness. Nearby. Inside a ck Land Rover, Mark squinted, taking in everything that happened before his eyes. Not that he watched it on purpose. Just that the traffic hade to a standstill, there was no way his car could move forward. So he was not only forced to watch the farce but had also witnessed how square-jawed that woman was. "Mr. Valentine, are you going back to the office or the condo?¡± The traffic finally eased up, and the chauffeur let out a sigh of relief. "Condo," Mark replied casually as he pulled back his gaze with no emotion in his eyes. Police station. The two police officers sat at their desks, and Summer, Amara, and an eyewitness on the opposite. "Please describe in detail again what happened." The police officer on the left beckoned the eyewitness. The eyewitness nodded and then carefully recounted i n detail what happened just now. Meanwhile, Amara sobbed with her shoulders shuddering, suggesting that she had been unfairly Content ? copyrighted by N?velDrama.Org. treated and hurt. She looked pitiful. Summer hade back to her senses by now. She shot a sideways nce at Amara and felt her acting ironic. How could Amara be so shameless? The eyewitness had finished giving statements, and the police officer sitting on the right had also made a tran. "Thank you for your cooperation. You may leave now." "Well, then. Make sure she is punished for what she has done. I can''t believe that teachers nowadays are s o violent. Before the case of sexual assault on children some time ago is solved, today we have another teacher attacking someone on the street. You guys have to teach them a lesson. Teachers are gradually losing public trust now. I don''t know what is going on i n this society now, s!" The eyewitness shook his head and left. "Excuse me, when can I leave?" Summer asked anxiously as she sat in a chair, looking at the police officer, who was looking through the documents on the opposite side. The police officer looked up upon hearing that. "As a teacher, youmitted violence on the street. Do you think you can still leave today?" Amara gloated over it. She could not be happier to see Summer being arrested. "You beat up someone in public, and we have all the evidence and eyewitnesses. You broke thew knowingly as a public servant. You will be detained for ten days to facilitate investigations." The police officer who had just taken the tran frowned and walked in front of her with a serious face. The most important thing now was to get out of here. Summer''s brows furrowed as she started speaking in a calm voice. "Then I would like to apply for the administrative detention order to be put in abeyance." "Fine. You may do that." The two police officers exchanged a look with each other and nodded. Summer was delighted, and she finally felt a temporary sense of relief. "When can I leave?" "In half an hour." Amara had no clue what administrative detention in abeyance meant, but when she heard Summer could leave in half an hour, she started acting again. "Are you going to let her go just like that? This is not the first time she has hit me. She has been hitting me now and then. I had been putting up with her violence all this while because I thought she was a family member, and I didn¡¯t want to wash the dirty linen in public. But she went from bad to worse. Are you going to let her go? I am afraid of my safety!" "A habitual offender?" The writing pen in the police officer''s hand stopped as the police officer nced up at Summer. "Your application is rejected." Summer stood up at once with emotion. Everyone in the police station could hear her yelling, "I am not a habitual offender! Why do you all only listen to her one -sided testimony? Where is the evidence?" "Here is the witness.¡± The police officer pointed at Amara, who had not left yet, and then threw Summer into the police lock-up. "You will be detained for ten days. Humph! I am curious to see how you can appear in front of me again!" Amara hissed and left, feeling vindicated. Summer did not feel cold at all in the lock-up, as there was a central heating system. But her heart was icy, like a lifeless stone. She was too impulsive and lost her cool today. At first, she thought Amara was just addicted to gambling andzy. She did not know that Amara could be so ruthless. 1 Amara could go as far as framing her so that she would go to jail. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. She sat there quietly with a sneer. From now on, she would not have to be soft-hearted to Amara again because this woman did not deserve to be treated amiably. Her phone was confiscated, her mom and dad were still on their vacation trip, and her elder brother worked in another state. There would be no oneing to bail her. She also promised to move her belongings out of the house tomorrow. Now that she was trapped here, would the new owner throw all her stuff out onto the streets? Summer was anxious. It was 8.00 pm, but Summer had note to the tuition ss yet. Jazz looked at the three-dimensional quartz watch in the living room and then at the apartment door expectantly. Summer always kept her words. She would do as long as she agreed to it. Even if she could note, she would call up to inform him in advance. But there had been no phone call from her, which meant she would being. Chapter 10 Chapter 10 A smile broke across Jazz''s face, his voice euphoric when the front door was opened from the outside. " Miss Hart!" It was not Summer, but Mark, who came in. Mark casually threw his ck coat on the sofa as he walked in. He nced at Jazz and sat downzily on the sofa. ¡°You seem to be very excited about seeing Miss Hart, e h?" Jazz slumped on the sofa, feeling disappointed. He just stared at the clock without saying a word. It was half-past eight. Why had Miss Hart not arrived yet? Mark took off his tie that he had worn for an entire day. His sturdy chest muscles almost burst out of his gray shirt. He nced sideways at Jazz as he spoke in a low voice. "Rest early. Miss Hart is not Jazz turned around immediately. "Why is that?" "She has been detained by the police." Mark said saintly as he flipped through the documents on the coffee table with his slender fingers. "Why is she detained? And how do you know?¡± It shocked and puzzled Jazz upon hearing that. "I saw it by chance," Mark said without looking up, his voice still indifferent, with his legs crossed and rested on the coffee table. "Since you saw that, why didn¡¯t you get her out?" Jazz became anxious, not too happy with his elder brother. "Who is she to me?¡± Mark''s lips twitched, his voice without the slightest emotion. He nced sideways, and with amanding voice, he said, "Go back to your room and rest. If you disturb me again, I will send you back to our parents'' house." Jazz shut up instantly. Not daring to mess with his elder brother again, he reluctantly went back to his room. A thought came to mind, and his eyes brightened up a s he closed the door behind him. Mark was holding a pen and signing on another document when his phone rang, breaking the silence. He picked up the phone and answered with a deep voice. The person on the other end of the line said something, and Mark''s brows furrowed. He ced his hand on his forehead, looking upset. "I know, but at any rate, she is Jazz''s ss teacher and tutor, and Jazz is begging me. Just do it this one time," Yvette Angelo-Mark and Jazz¡¯s mother-said. "Okay, I know. Good night, mom," Mark said and then hung up. Jazz was eavesdropping behind the door. He smirked and quickly closed the door back up. Because he just noticed Mark was shooting a piercing nce in his direction, scaring the hell out of him. But he had to do that. He did not dare to bother his elder brother, and his mom was the only person he could count on. The police lockup. Summer could sleep at all. She was sitting there while her mind had gone elsewhere. "Summer Hart. Who the hell is Summer Hart?" A loud female voice came all of a sudden, jolting Summer out of her thoughts. "It is me." Puzzled, Summer got to her feet. A middle-aged policewoman nced at her a couple o f times and then murmured, ¡°You must be the luckiest person on Earth to have such a lucky star protecting you." The voice was too low to be audible to Summer. Before she knew it, the middle-aged policewoman had already opened the cell door. "Let''s go." ¡¯Go? Go where?¡¯ With questions in mind, she followed behind the middle-aged policewoman. She was surprised when the policewoman brought her to the police station chief¡¯s office, where two other people were in. Facing her was apparently the police chief in uniform, and the person with his back facing her was a man in a ck coat, giving out an air of elegance and cavalierism. Looking from behind, this person was all too familiar. Summer stared at his back for three seconds, and then her eyes widened suddenly. How¡ªhow could it b e him? "I will take her away then," Mark said nonchntly. "Absolutely. You shouldn''t havee personally, especially at this hour. All it needs is just a phone call.¡± The police chief sounded absolutely servile as he tried to butter Mark up. Putting out his cigarette with just the pinch of his fingers, Mark spun around and walked out of the room. Summer¡¯s lips were pressed together, standing in the corner in disbelief. She still could not wrap her brain around what was happening. As Mark walked past her, he stopped and turned around with his brows slightly raised. "Aren''t you going?¡± "I am going," she looked up and answered. Mark nodded back, ncing at her before he walked ahead of her. She had many thoughts in her mind, but never once had she thought Mark would be the person bailing her out. Following Mark closely from behind, Summer''s eyes fell on his broad and strong back shoulders. She bit her lips gently as her mind drifted away again. Why did hee here to bail her out? His ck Land Rover was parked by the roadside. "Get in the car," he said tly as he opened the front passenger door. The night weather got worse abruptly as the chilly wind blew. She rubbed her nearly frozen face with her hands when her eyesnded on the pair of smokygray hand gloves in her handbag. She quickly called out to the man in front of him. "Wait a minute, Mr. Valentine." Mark had lost count of how many times he had to stop in his tracks. He looked impatient. "Is there anything else?" She stepped forward and handed him the gloves." Thank you, Mr. Valentine." He reached his hand to take the gloves and looked at them. The color and style differed from those of Jazz. He knew at first nce that this pair of gloves was hand-knitted. He then looked at her; his thin lips curled up in a mocking smile. "Is it your hobby to give every man around you a pair of gloves, Miss Hart?" Content ? copyrighted by N?velDrama.Org. "What?" Summer was perplexed, unsure what he meant. Seeing her expression, he was unsure if she was pretending or just in innocent. Either way, he was not interested. He put the gloves into his coat. "Get in the car.¡± Looking at him from the back, Summer felt even more puzzled. She walked around to the other side and got into the car. She sat down, fastened her seat belt, and took out her mobile phone to call Forrest Hart, her elder brother. Her brows were knitted together in the next second. Her phone was barred; she realized she had not paid her phone bill. She could do nothing about it now. So she turned around and looked at Mark, looking embarrassed." Could you lend me your mobile phone, Mr. Valentine? My phone has been barred." There were no changes in his expression. He was still looking ahead, turning the steering wheel with his left hand while handing his phone to her with another. "Thank you." Summer felt extremely grateful. Her brother''s phone was connected. "Where are you now, Forrest?" "I am still in Aara. What¡¯s up?¡± "Do you know Amara has sold the house?" "Amara sold the house? When was it?¡± Forrest was apparently taken aback. ¡°Two days ago. I thought Dad and Mom assigned the house to you; you are the legal owner of the house? How could she sell the house without your consent and signature? Where the hell are you now, really?" Chapter 11 Chapter 11 "I told you I am in Aara. I am at work right now. Let''s talkter when I am off work.¡± "Which is more important-work or the house, Forrest?" Summer clenched her phone and adjusted her breathing as she called out. "Tell me what else we can do now since the house has been sold?" Summer took a deep breath to suppress her anger." Tell Amara to return the money!" "Do you think it is possible to ask for money from her? Not a chance!" "I warn you seriously. You know Mom has high-blood pressure; she can¡¯t take this shock. Before Dad and Mom return from the trip, you had better fix this problem and get the house back, even if you have to pay double the money for the breach of contract." "Are you kidding me, Summer? The house has probably been sold for 1.5 million dors. The penalty for the breach of contract will be 3 million dors. I a m just a normal white-cor worker. I only keep one grand as pocket money for myself while handing the rest to Amara every month. I have absolute zero savings!" "Then tell me, what should we do now?" "Aren¡¯t you a civil servant? Have the hostels in your school not beenpleted? You have a housing provident fund; Dad''s, Mom¡¯s, and your savings should be enough for the down payment for a new house. Forget about that house; it has been sold. What is done is done." Forrest said in a matter-of-course tone of voice. Summer went postal, uttering a rare slur over the phone,pletely ignoring the fact that there was someone else by her side. "Why don''t you just die, Forrest?" The hand resting on the steering wheel froze for a second as Mark looked over at her, astounded. She had apparently lost itpletely, her face flushing, her lips reddening even more. A light shed in his eyes, his expression changing. She would not have been so furious had she not made this call. In her eyes, Forrest was a wimp, a ve to his wife Amara right now. If he were right here in front of her, she would p him in the face. He was utterly an irresponsible man. Just then, she realized she left her wallet at home when she packed her stuff this afternoon. She was now penniless and had no ce to stay tonight. She quickly called Grace and Sherman, but both of them had gone abroad. After hanging up, Summer was down and became despondent. She did not expect to spend this year''s Christmas like this. She took a deep breath and looked up, her eyes meeting with Mark''s prating gaze. She was startled slightly and then handed the phone back to him. "I am sorry about that, Mr. Valentine.¡± "It is all right," Mark responded faintly, his flickering eyes ncing over at her red, tender lips again. There was a sudden silence in the cabin, with only the sound of their breathing in the air. Summer was depressed and found a random topic to talk about." How did Jazz know that I was detained in the police station?" "It is me who is here to pick you up. What has it to do with Jazz?" Mark said in an unhurried, amusing voice as he raised his eyebrows with his thin lips lifted slightly. Summer let out a smile with a shrug. "You and I are only acquaintances, while Jazz is my student. So it must be Jazz who asked you to do this." At first, she was still puzzled and shocked to see Mark at the police station. But after pondering about it, things had be clear to her. Mark was tapping the steering wheel with his slender fingers, looking disapproving. "Don''t you think we are close enough after spending a night together?" She straightened her back, looked at him, and told him bluntly, "It was just a one-night stand. I don''t think I can make you want to bail me out of the police station, do I?" In Santabaca, Mark could have all the women he wanted, whether it was a woman with big boobs, wasp waist, or anything in between. He just needed to say it, and no woman could resist him. She preferred to be down-to-earth, not chasing after the empty dreams, believing that people should have a clear sense of reality. Mark swallowed, as if he was having a reminiscence o f something. "Actually, Miss Hart, you are pretty hot." ¡¯H-H-He- She was shocked, angry, and smitten by his remark." Are you flirting with me now, Mr. Valentine?¡± Content ? copyrighted by N?velDrama.Org. "No,¡± he paused for a second, his voice serious. "Not at all. I am just flirting with a teacher.¡± His deep and hoarse voice struck a nerve with her when he said he was indeed flirting with her. Startled and embarrassed, Summer¡¯s voice went up an octave." Mr. Valentine, how could you...¡± With his lips still curling up, Mark narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at herzily and casually. "I was just kidding, Miss Hart." Had anyone ever made such a joke? She blushed. Looking away from him, she looked out a t the night scene outside the car window and calmed her breathing. The car moved forward quietly. There was a depressing atmosphere in the air. Gradually, she dozed off, falling asleep with her head leaning against the window. She slept well, even having a sweet dream. She dreamed of snow falling from the sky, with her spreading her arms, hovering and flying freely in the air. Just then, a steep cliff suddenly appeared in front of her. She lost her bnce and plunged straight down. The fall jolted her out of her sleep. She slowly opened her eyes. Just then, she saw a hand in front of her eyes. Her mind went nk. When she recovered, she grabbed the hand with one hand and chided in anger." What are you doing, Mr. Valentine?¡± Her skin was fair and delicate, her fingers slender and soft, so much so that they felt boneless, as if a piece of silk gliding over the skin of his hand. This smoothness inexplicably agitated him. Mark looked at her with his prating eyes. "What do you think I am doing, Miss Hart?" Taking a deep breath, Summer forced the words through her teeth. "I hope you will not do such an ambivalent action again. Don''t say I didn''t warn you." Mark leaned forward little by little while Summer gritted her teeth and leaned back to avoid him. Her back was against the seat. Where else could she g o? Chapter 12 Chapter 12 Summer was sandwiched between the seat and Mark. His hand posture remained as it was before, but their faces almost touched each other, and there was a zero distance between their lips. "What have I done that makes you think I am flirting with you?¡± She could feel his warm breath on her face. She tilted her head back, trembling, but she still gritted her teeth and said unequivocally, "Now you are flirting." "Really?" Mark''s lips curled up in a smirk. There was a click when he pressed down with his finger. "Done.¡± ''Done what?'' Summer looked at him in puzzlement while he pointed his chin at her chest. She looked down at where he was pointing. Only then did she notice the seat belt. He was just helping her unfasten the seat belt. She instantly blushed, as if blood almost surged out of her skin. How she wished the ground would swallow her up. It was so embarrassing. She had never been so embarrassed in her life. Mark sat back upright and let go of her hand, his lips curling up slightly. "Shouldn''t you apologize for the misunderstanding, Miss Hart?¡± It was her fault this time. She blushed and could not find a word to respond. Atst, she whispered, "I am sorry.¡± "Sorry for what?¡± Mark''s brow furrowed as he was not satisfied with the apology. She took a deep breath and changed the subject by reminding him. "We have arrived, Mr. Valentine." But he still did not move. "Why don''t you acknowledge your mistake since you apologize?" It really made her hackles rise. But she gritted her teeth and fought back her anger. "I am sorry that I misunderstood you. I thought you were trying to grope _ 99 me. "That¡¯s more like it." Mark raised his eyebrows and then got out of the car. She followed behind, still filled with anger and embarrassment. The two arrived back at the condo in tandem. Jazz had been waiting in the living room for a long time. When he saw Summer, he broke out in a bright smile. Mark shot a nced at Jazz, and Jazz quickly straightened his back and sat upright. He hissed at Jazz. Casually tossing his ck coat on the sofa, he then disappeared into his room. As soon as Mark disappeared, Jazz breathed a sigh of relief. "Why were you detained by the police, Miss Hart?" he asked with concern. "It is a long story. I can''t exin everything to you at once now," Summer said. Jazz shrugged and did not ask further. There was a knowing look on his good-looking face. "I perfect." Before his voice trailed off, there was a growling sounding from Summer''s stomach. She frowned, as she had eaten nothing for a day. She was starving. S o she asked Jazz what he would like to eat. Jazz said he was craving for roasted tomato soup, which he always had during winter. He hadn''t had any roasted tomato soup since winter started this year. He wanted it badly today. Summer let out a smile. She could get out of the police lockup because of Jazz. So she would make him roasted tomato soup to say thank you. After a shower, Mark changed into casual wear, his hair still dripping wet. As soon as he came out of his room, he heard a crisp sound, as if someone was cutting something. Stepping into the living room, he saw Summer cutting tomatoes with a knife while Jazz was lingering around her. When Jazz heard footsteps, he turned around, grinning from ear to ear. "Miss Hart is making roasted tomato soup for us, Mark." Summer did not look back. She was still cutting the tomatoes, but with her brows raised. Mark said nothing, his eyes sweeping across her back. He then sat down on the sofa, turned on the TV to watch the financial news. Sensing that he had looked away from her, Summer secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She could not concentrate on making the roasted tomato soup again. She prepared the onions and garlic, then squeezed some olive oil into a pan. Just as she was about to dump the sliced onions and garlic into the hot pan, Jazz suddenly muttered, "Mark doesn''t like garlic. He despises the smell." Hearing that, Summer thought for a moment, snicking at the picker eater. She dumped the sliced onions, tomatoes that had been sliced in half into the searing pan. Then a sparing salt and pepper went into the pan as well. Sugar was added to intensify the sweetness, and then vinegar to add acidity to the soup. After half done, the things went into the oven for 20 minutes, and then were taken out. Vegetable stock together with cream was added and let shimmering, and vo, it was done. The good thing about this upscale condo was that there was a supermarket downstairs selling everything from fruits, vegetables, meat, and everything. She had bought some tomatoes, onions, and garlic, as well as tomato pesto. The pesto was drizzled over the top of the soup to make it more punchy. 3 The soup was served on tes. Jazz fetched them to the coffee table. Mark squinted at Jazz, and Jazz shrugged. "When Miss Hart was about to dump the ingredients into the pan, I told her you couldn''t stand the smell of garlic. She left out the garlic, and that was just for your sake. I t seems that you have got special treatment. I am jealous of you.¡± Mark frowned and said nothing the entire time. There was a sense of exploration in his eyes. Summer put down the te and looked up. It startled her when their eyes met. But she quickly Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org. regained herposure. "Thank you for today, Mr. Valentine." "You should thank me for that, really.¡± His voice was low and hoarse, and his lips were curled up. He picked up a spoon and drank the soup, his manner elegant and gentle. "Isn¡¯t the soup good, Mark?" Jazz asked. Summer was curious to know what Mark think, too. She was a little nervous, pretending at drinking her soup. But she still could not help stealing nces at him. Mark looked at her. Her face reddened, delicate with a speck of sugar on it. But that did not make her look funny, but attractive. A light was flickering in his eyes. He drank a spoonful of soup, and only then he gave hisment. "It is all right." That was like a high regard for her when thisment came from a picky eater like Mark. He was happy with it. The only thing was, the way he looked a t her was as if he was looking at prey. She looked down to evade his eyes. Mark looked away and sipped the roasted tomato soup until finishing it. He got up. Just as he was about to leave, something seemed toe to his mind. "Since you have nowhere to go, please be my guest tonight. Just make sure that you clean up the kitchen.¡± Summer''s heart skipped a beat. She looked up at him, not expecting to hear him say this. She could not be more grateful. He seemed to be a nice guy, after all. The next early morning, Summer woke up at 6:30 as usual. When she had cleaned herself up, it was 7:00. When she walked into the living room, Jazz was sitting on the sofa. "Where is Mark?" she asked. She thought she should thank him once again for letting her stay for the night. Jazz was yawning big time, as if he was still half asleep. "He has gone for a morning jog. That''s his habit." There was an inexplicable feeling of disappointment inside her. After talking to Jazz for a while and asked Jazz to thank Mark on her behalf, she left. Chapter 13 Chapter 13 Summer felt her ears were nearly frozen as she walked in the freezing wind on the street. The weather was surprisingly cold today. She called her mom as the two had returned from the trip. The train was scheduled to arrive at 10:00 am. She hung up, and then headed back to school in a hurry. She was absent all of a sudden without calling t o inform the school yesterday. Now she had got some exnations to do. The school principal was very understanding. He just gave her a verbal warning and wanted her to pay more attention in the future. She agreed and then asked for another day off. Surprisingly, the principal approved her request with no question asked. After breakfast, Summer hurried away to the train station. The train was dyed. She waited for 40 minutes before finally seeing her dad and mom arriving. Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org. She could hear her momining as they approached. "The train is dyed every time. My back hurts." "I have wanted to take the high-speed train, but you are not willing to pay more for the faster, cleaner, and morefortable service," her dad Solomon Hart said. Summer took over the suitcase from her dad''s with one hand and held her mom with the other. "Let''s go t o the KFC there. I have something to tell you two.¡± She did not n to tell her parents about the house at first. After all, they were too old and in poor health. She was afraid that they could not take the shock. But now, she could not count on Forrest, and she could not solve the problem alone. So she had no choice but t o tell her parents the truth. After ordering three cups of coffee and a while of hesitation, Summer told them all the things that Amara had done. Daisy nearly fainted upon hearing that the house had been sold. Her husband Solomon caught her in his arms just in time, his face grave and breathing heavy. "What is done is done," Solomon finally said after a long while of silence. "Dad?" Summer could not believe her ears. "It was your grandpa who bought that house for your Solomon, and he was the legal owner. He could do whatever he wanted with it." Summer¡¯s breathing became heavy. "But it was all the doing of Amara, Dad. How could you close your eyes to that?" "What else can I do? I may scold the hell out of my son, but she is my daughter-inw." Solomon let out a sigh of helplessness. "I didn''t agree when your brother married her. They ran off and even threatened to kill themselves. I couldn¡¯t control them back then, let alone now." "So, are you pretending that nothing has happened?" Summer thought it was ridiculous. "Your brother only listens to Amara. Now that Amara has sold the house, I am sure he will not say a word about it." Solomon looked at Summer. "How can I not know Amara¡¯s character? Honestly, I have never expected her to support your mom and me in our old age. I am grateful if she doesn¡¯t cause trouble for us. Now the house is sold, and she has taken the money. The three of us will stay together. Let the two of them g o one with their one life. I have never counted on Forrest." Summer''s fingernails were digging into the delicate skin of her palms. But what could she do? No one should expect to get a cent from Amara as soon as she got the money. "Whatever, Dad. I will find a house, but with one condition." "I am all ears." "I am dead sure Amara wille back again. If she dares to step into our house, I will smash her teeth, and no one should stop me or be protective of her." She gritted her teeth and spelled out the sentence. Solomon and Daisy nodded in agreement. Only then did Summer calm herself down. She called her colleague Nancy and asked her to help find a house. She had called at the right time. Nancy told her that her neighbor next door was renting out their unit, and she would call thendlord to find out more. Summer had been to Nancy''s house before. She knew the unit type, size, and public transportation avable. So she agreed at once. It did not take long before they had negotiated the price. All that was left was to sign the tenancy contract and make the payment. Her parents were to move in first, while she and Nancy would meet thendlord to settle the rest of the procedure. Nancy took a day off and hurried over to the coffee shop where Summer was waiting. "I thought you have a house? Why did you need to rent a house so urgently? Is it because you want to move out and stay alone?" Summer forced a smile and told Nancy the entire story. Nancy was enraged after learning about Amara¡¯s behavior. But there was little she could do-every family has its own problems. "Let¡¯s go to view the house." Half an hourter. Summer inspected the house thoroughly from the outside to the inside to ensure no cracks or signs of damage. Thendlord was standing behind her. "Don''t worry, Miss Hart. The house is in tip-top condition. I wouldn''t have wanted to rent it out if it weren''t for having to take care of my son abroad." Summer nodded and turned around. ¡°Let¡¯s sign the tenancy agreement, then." After Summer and thendlord put down their signatures and Summer paid the rest of the money, Solomon and Daisy arrived with their luggage. The four of them started to get busy cleaning up the house. It was 6:00 pm, and the sky was dark when they finished the job. The day was short during the Winter Solstice. Daisy had prepared dinner and asked Nancy to join them. Nancy could not refuse their hospitality and agreed with a smile. Just as Nancy sat down at the dining table, her phone rang, and she picked it up. "Hello?¡± Her face crashed, turning pale, and her hand holding the spoon shook upon hearing what the person at the other end said. Summer had noticed her expression. She could not help but frown and be worried about her. What happened? "Please excuse me, Mr. and Mr. Hart. I need to go now, as something is going on. Thank you for your hospitality, anyway." As Nancy got up and was about to leave, Summer got u p after her and grabbed her hand. "I will go with you." Nancy hesitated at first before she nodded. Summer did not ask until they were in the taxi. "What i s going on? You look worried." "My younger brother got into a drunken brawl in a bar," Nancy said, with her hand covering her face. No wonder the reaction after Nancy getting the call. Summer asked the taxi driver to speed up and then called Jazz. Most likely, she could not give tuition to him today. "I am sorry, Jazz. I am afraid I can''t give tuition to you today. So don''t wait for me," she said as soon as the call got through. "You have got quite a happening private life, Miss Hart.¡± A deep voice was heard speaking at the other end of the line. It belonged to the maic voice of a mature man. She was struck dumb, her heart racing. She could not help pressing her slightly dry lips together. "Please tell Jazz about it. Thank you very much, Mr. Valentine,¡± she said in one fell swoop. Chapter 14 Chapter 14 She hung up the phone and took a deep breath to calm her racing heart. Club Nightshade. Lucas Atkinson wailed and groaned as he held his stomach and wriggled on the ground in pain. Sitting on the sofa in front of Lucas was a middle-aged man in his forties. The man, chubby and wearing a thick gold chain around his neck while sitting with his legs crossed, cursed, "You friggin'' boy! How dare you touch my woman! I am going to cut you into pieces today!" Summer heard swear words and felt disgusted as soon as she walked in. The greasy face and belly that was about to burst out o f his shirt made her feel even sicker. Seeing her brother beaten ck and blue on the floor, Nancy went weak at the knees. She would have tumbled to the floor if not for Summer holding her tightly. "What do you want before you let him go?" Her voice was trembling. "I''ve already said that my woman keeps your little brother as a gigolo, making me a cuckold. I will not let him off so easily. Teach him a lesson, my brothers," Carlos Toledano said, with his yellowish teeth exposed. A few men, who had been waiting impatiently all this while, clenched their fists, the joints of their hands crackling aloud as they walked towards Lucas. Nancy¡¯s blood ran cold. She was trembling uncontrobly. Looking around, she saw people just watching, no one stepping forward to lend a helping hand. "I beg you, please. Spare my brother." ¡°You didn''t even kneel. How can I know I can let go of your brother?" Carlos took a drag and puffed out a cloud of smoke from his cigarette. Nancy gritted her teeth and clenched her hands, ready to go down to her knees. Just then, Summer stopped her. She took a step forward and looked Carlos in the eyes. "You will not let her brother go, even if she has kneeled in front of you. Why bother to embarrass an innocent woman?" she said with an unruffled voice. "She is doing it willingly. Did I coerce her?" Carlos raised an eyebrow. "You look like you are somebody. A trivial thing like this isn''t worth your time." Summer was calm, her voice indifferent. "It takes two to tango. With all due respect, a mistress who keeps another man as a gigolo is anything but worthy of your time. She would have another man, even if Lucas didn''te into the picture. Lucas is nothing more than a scapegoat. Don''t you think getting so worked up over a woman like this is a waste of time?" Carlos burst out intoughter. He felt not so angry now. Instead, he became interested in Summer. "What is your name?" "I am nobody, Mr. Toledano." Summer knew what he was up to. Her reply aroused Carlos'' interest even more. "Nobody, eh? It is not a bad thing to try something new, after all." "I am not your cup of tea. I have nothing you want." Summer tried to steer the topic away. "I know you are a magnanimous person. Besides, you have taught Lucas a lesson. How about letting him go?" "Since you say so, I have nothing to add. Here is the deal: if you can drink five sses of this vodka, I will let this kid go." Summer stared at him. "You look like a no-nonsense guy, and I am sure you will mean what you say. Deal." Nancy nervously gripped Summer''s hand upon hearing that. Summer shook her head at Nancy. Taking the winess handed over by Carlos, she knocked back with her eyes closed. For five consecutive sses, she never opened her eyes, just feeling a burning sensation in her throat, as i f there was a fire inside her. She felt light-headed. 1 Carlos freed Lucas at once, just as promised. He then looked at Summer with a lewd smile on his face. "I forgot to tell you that besides drinking five sses of vodka, you have got to sleep with me once. Only then I will let you go. Otherwise, you might save Lucas but not yourself." Summer shook her head and gritted her teeth, trying t o keep herself awake. "You are shameless!" "So what if I am shameless?" Taking a step forward, Carlos reached to clutch her jaw and studied her." What a beautiful nobody." "Let go of me!¡± Summer struggled to push him away, but her strength was no match for a big man like Carlos. Nancy was desperate and lunged up to help Summer, but was stopped by Carlos''s men. Carlos forcibly drew Summer into his arms and took her away. After Carlos just made two steps away, azy, casual voice came from behind. "You took time off from the tuition just to drink with a man, Miss Hart?" Everyone was startled and looked in the direction from where the voice came. Carlos stopped in his tracks and spun around. When h e saw the person speaking, he let go of Summer and greeted the man. "What an honor, Mr. Valentine." Mark did not look at Carlos. His attention was on Summer. "You guys seem to be having fun here." "Someone didn''t know his ce. But I have taught him a lesson. Hope it hasn¡¯t disturbed you, Mr. Valentine." Carlos tried to please Mark. "As a token of apology, please enjoy yourself tonight-it is on the house." People in both business or politics invariably gave face to Mark. "You shouldn¡¯t have. I came at the invitation of Mr. Morgan." His voice was unconcerned, but his brows were raised. "Do you n to stay here to drink, or go back to the tuition ss, Miss Hart?" Summer, who was standing on the stairs, was struggling to keep herself bnced. When she saw the familiar figure, her eyes lit up instantly. She nodded vigorously upon hearing what Mark said. She tried to speak, but all she could manage was just one word. "T-tuition..." That was not right. He had almost got her. How could h e let the woman go just like that? Carlos thought to himself. He did not want to concede, yet he did not show that o n his face. Instead, he remained polite. "Please excuse us, Mr. Valentine. I need to talk to Miss Hart in private." "Is it something very important?" Mark shot a nce a t Carlos as he said in a deep voice. Carlos did not know Mark''s intention by just listening t o his tone of voice. He thought for a moment and remained cautious. "Not really." "Since it is not something very important, I will take her away," Mark said nonchntly. He paused and then continued as if he had thought of something. " The final exam is in two days." Carlos was struck dumb. He did not understand what this had to do with him. He heard no one could read Mark''s mind, and there it goes. "Jazz would fail his college entrance exam without Miss Hart as his tutor. Do you understand?" Carlos was struck dumb again. He did not know that the Valentines had ever needed to worry about not Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org. getting into a university. Apparently, it was not about the exam, but this woman called Miss Hart. Was there any other rtionship between the two? Chapter 15 Chapter 15 Carlos hurriedly changed his narrative. He was hesitant. "Honestly, Mr. Valentine. Miss Hart and I have very important things to discuss." Mark sat down on a sofa leisurely with his brow raised. "What is it about?" "It is a personal matter." Carlos made up an excuse. "Well, what kind of personal matter, may I ask? If Miss Hart can help, I am sure I can, too." He was still behaving elegantly. Carlos was silenced now. He could not imagine asking Mark Valentine to help him with ¡®that stuff.¡¯ After a while. Nancy helped Lucas to the back seat before letting Summer-who had got a little drunk-sit in the front passenger seat. Her eyes flickered, and her heart pounded uncontrobly as she sighted the side of the goodlooking man''s face. "Address?" Mark asked Nancy, who was sitting in the back seat. "Stodan South," she replied hurriedly, aftering out of her daze. The ck Land Rover started. There was silence in the car. The only thing audible was their breathing sounds. Summer felt her head was about to explode and stomach liquid surge inside her. She kept her eyes closed while she tried to speak in her frail voice. "Can I lower the window a bit?" "You looked heroic while drinking. I wonder why you are so frail now." Mark was looking ahead, his words carrying a hint of sneer. The car took a right turn as he turned the steering wheel right. She leaned against the window, raising her hand to massage her pulsing temples. "You were already in the bar when I was drinking, weren''t you? You were rubbernecking.¡± He raised an eyebrow and said not a word as he continued to drive. She was negotiating with Carlos when he and Charlie Morgan arrived at the bar. It aroused their curiosity, and they decided to watch on the sidelines. So, in a sense, they were indeed rubbernecking. "Thank you for not refusing to help me, Mr. Valentine." She shook her head with sarcasm. Mark still said nothing, his lips curling up slightly, his eyes prating. Nancy was sitting in the back seat and listening to what they said. But she could not find a chance to chime in. All she could do was to remain silent. She wondered since when Summer and Mark knew each other. Her heart was racing, and her mind was a muddle when she saw the side of the man''s face again. A momentter, the car stopped downstairs at Stodan South. Nancy first helped Lucas upstairs and then came down to pick up Summer. "Thank you for everything tonight, Mr. Valentine," Summer said while unfastening the seat belt with one hand. He turned around and squinted at her. "Is it just me, or is your way of saying thank you a little insincere?" "It is all in your head, Mr. Valentine. I am sincere. I am deeply grateful for what you have done." "You are angry because I only came to your rescue at the veryst minute?" "Not at all. We are not rted in any way. I don''t me you even if you don¡¯t help me." Summer shook her head, looking sincere. He rested one hand on the steering wheel, his lips curling up and his eyes looking as mellow as wine." You look absolutely enchanting when you speak with a serious tone of voice." Indeed. With her back straightened, a serious face that blushed like red wine, and squirming little pink lips, she was absolutely alluring. "So you have been captivated for a while?" She asked,ughing as she felt amused. "What a joke, Mr. Valentine. And the joke is so absurd." His deep voice came as soon as her voice trailed off." You don''t believe me? Do you want me to show you?" ''Show? Show what?'' Summer frowned, as she had no clue what he meant. He leaned forward, sped the back of her head with his hands, and nted his lips on hers. She froze in ce. When she finally came out of her shock, she bit his lip and quickly got out of the car while he was in pain. Content ? copyrighted by N?velDrama.Org. Standing outside the car window, she gritted her teeth and looked at him. "Please don''t harass a teacher like me again, Mr. Valentine!" She fought back her lightheadedness and waning body strength as she ran forward. Mark looked on, raising an eyebrow with his lips curling up in a smirk. ¡¯Why shouldn''t he harass a teacher?'' Because of the effect of the alcohol, Summer crashed out on the bed as soon as she arrived home. She could no longer stand the pressure after so long. A s soon as she let down her guard, she was paralyzed o n the spot. The next morning, she slowly opened her eyes and squinted to check at her phone for time. She felt a warm liquid flowing out of her body as soon as she moved her body. It jolted her out of her daze. She quickly opened the bedside table drawer, took out a sanitary pad, and walked into the bathroom. After taking off her panties, she saw the blood was paler than usual. After putting on the sanitary pad, she frowned. Her time of the month usually came on the 4th or 5th every month. Howe this time it came a week earlier? Whether it came a week earlier or not, it was entirely normal. She did not give it a second thought. She had one too many yesterday. Now she had a terrible hangover, feeling as if her head was going to explode. Fortunately, it was Sunday today. She could sleep as long as she wanted to regain her energy. While lying on the bed, the scene fromst night came to her mind all of a sudden. She blushed and exhaled gently. How could he kiss her without her consent? How could he harass a teacher with impunity? She decided she had better stay away from this dangerous man next time. Just then, her phone rang. It was Nancy calling. "Please do me a favor, Summer. I would like to invite M r. Valentine for lunch. Can you call him on my behalf?" She sat up and poured herself a ss of water. "I thanked him yesterday." "He did us such a big favor. Saying thank you just won¡¯t cut it. It is not sincere enough. Will you make the call for me while I book a restaurant? Deal, OK? We will have lunch with him. I will hang up now." Before Summer could say anything, the line went dead. She was in a pickle. She really did not want to make the call. But since Nancy asked, she could not refuse her. Furthermore, Mark had gotten them out of trouble; it was only proper to invite him for lunch. After thinking about it for a while, she decided to make the call-she did not like the idea of owing someone a favor, after all. She had asked Jazz for Mark''s number. After thinking about what to say, she made the call, and it got through. She plucked up her courage. "Thank you so much forst night, Mr. Valentine. I am thinking of inviting you for lunch, but you are a busy man. I know you don''t have time-" "I have time. Where are we going for lunch?" His low voice interrupted her before her voice trailed off. Chapter 16 Chapter 16 Summer was taken aback. What did he just say? "Time and venue?¡± Mark asked again when he heard n o response. His words were concise and straight to the point. Did that mean he epted the invitation? "Oceanside Hotel. 3:00 pm." Summer snapped back and told him the hotel at which Nancy made a reservation. You do not bring a VIP to a street stall for lunch. So Nancy had gone to great lengths to find an upscale hotel to set up the date. The line went dead, with Mark saying nothing else as i f he was busy. Summer frowned. She called Nancy to tell her that the appointment was set and that Nancy could make a reservation now. She then looked at the time-it was only 8:00 am. A beautiful weekend morning was wasted just like that. Her initial n was to sleep until she woke up naturally. But now, that n was ruined. ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org . She drank two sses of water and then ced the ss on the table. But before the ss left her hand, she felt acutely nauseous. Covering her mouth, she rushed into the washroom. She puked her guts out. Still panting, she let the faucet run as she sshed the warm water on her face. She felt much better now. But when she went to the toilet again afterwards, something surprised her. The amount of discharge from her menstruation was much less than usual, and the color was abnormally light this time. While she was scratching her head over this, Daisy called out to her. "Come out for breakfast, Summer.¡± "I aming.¡± When she walked out of the washroom, baguette and orange juice were ready on the dining table. She picked up a slice of the baguette and took a bite, and then familiar nausea hit again. She rushed back into the washroom and vomited again. This time, she came out with a pale face, and Daisy saw it. She was worried. "You look ill, Summer. Go see a doctor." Summer sunk into the chair and rubbed her upset belly with both hands. "I will go after breakfast.¡± She felt nauseous at seeing the baguette. So she just drank a ss of orange juice. It was 10:00 am, and the queue was long when she got t o the hospital. She took her number and waited for her turns on a chair. There were many patients on Sundays. She felt her butt numb after an hour of sitting. She breathed a sigh of relief when it was finally her turn. The attending doctor was a woman in her forties. When Summer told of her condition, the doctor ordered a urine test. Her brows furrowed slightly. Why did she need a urine test when she was just having an upset stomach? As puzzled as she was, she still followed the doctor''s instructions and took a urine test, then waited for the result. She went back into the doctor¡¯s office five minutester. The doctor nodded and motioned for her to sit down. "Congrattions, Miss Hart. You are pregnant." She froze in ce like a sculpture. It was not only after a long while that she forced a smile on her face. " How is it possible? Did you make a mistake?" How could she be pregnant? That was absolutely impossible. The doctor pushed the test report in front of her and nudged her sses up her nose. "There is absolutely n o problem, Miss Hart. You have been pregnant for three weeks. It is clear in the test. You may read it carefully and take the test again if you are not convinced." Her hand shivered as she picked up the test report. She ran her eyes over the report content and shook her head in disbelief. She almost lost it as she told herself that this was not true. "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! I took the after-morning pill that day!" "When did you take it?" "Within two hours.¡± "Did you eat anything special that day?" Summer¡¯s heart skipped a beat as something came to mind. "I drank several cups of ck coffee." "Caffeinated drinks could interfere with absorption and delivery of medicine. Not to mention you drank three cups of it. Judging from this, the pill must have lost its efficacy. You have a retroverted uterus, by the way. So the possibility of getting pregnant is small. Yet here you have it. But if you have a miscarriage or something, you might not get pregnant again, I am afraid." i ''I am afraid?'' Walking on the cold, windy street, Summer thought of what the doctor said. She felt dizzy. She had a hard time pulling herself together. She felt a sharp pain in her calf. Before she knew what happened, she went weak at the knees and fell t o the ground. "Are you blind or something? Couldn¡¯t you see and hear meing? I can''t believe this!" A young cyclist shot a re at her, cursing as he climbed back on his bicycle and pedaled off. When she finally got her thoughts together, she rubbed her painful leg and then stood up. It was lucky that she did not suffer any injury. Her phone rang just then. She lowered her head to look at the phone screen. It was Nancy. She picked it u p and gave a short "Hello." "It is almost half-past two now. Where are you now, Summer?" Nancy asked anxiously. With the mobile phone to her ear in one hand and the pregnancy test report in the other, she exhaled softly." What if I tell you I can''t go now?" "Are you kidding me?" Nancy sounded panicky. "Lome quickly. I will hang up now." Summer did not like to stand someone up. So she obliged and told herself not to worry about the problems until she was back at home. When she got to Oceanside Hotel, Mark was already there, sipping on the coffee leisurely and elegantly with his legs crossed. Also sitting there was Nancy, who looked a little nervous. "3:05." Mark nced at his watch with his eyebrows raised. "Is this the sincerity you talked about?" Summer thought of her pregnancy when she saw Mark. He was the person who caused all this. It was all his fault. He got drunk and went into the wrong room. It was he who got her into this predicament. Her mood went from bad to worse. She stared at him and spontaneously started her sarcastic rant. "Since you think I am not sincere, why bother to wait? Shouldn¡¯t have you gotten up and left? Nancy nced at Mark warily before quickly winking at Summer as if saying, ''What is wrong with you? Do you know what you are doing?¡¯ But Summer turned a blind eye to her. Instead of getting annoyed, Mark was curious. He gazed at Summer for a while. "You are in a grim mood?" "Yes!" She straightened her back and gave him a provocative look. "What is it about, then?" He shifted his body so that he was looking straight at her. "It is personal. I am in no obligation to tell you." Mark narrowed his eyes, his brows furrowing. "Is it the time of the month?¡± She squeezed her fingers but said nothing. How she wished it were. But that was impossible. Nancy blushed at hearing their conversation. Chapter 17 Chapter 17 When an elegant and respectable man like Mark spoke about menstruation, it felt odd and made Nancy feel embarrassed. Her heart pounded uncontrobly. Immediately, she pulled the enraged Summer over." Sit down, Summer. We have ordered food." Summer realized she had overreacted. The two of them must be puzzled, probably thinking that she was mentally unstable. But she could not help herself. Her pregnancy caught her off guard. She panicked, not knowing what to do. She just instinctively vented her emotions. She took a deep breath, trying to suppress her emotions as she sat down. The heating system was running on full st. She took off her down jacket, revealing her ck blouse underneath. Just as she got up to hang her down jacket, an ident happened. The server standing behind her did not foresee that she would spin around, and he bumped into her. The server was holding a tray with three transparent crystal sses containing red wine on it, along with a bottle of red wine, which had been opened. The tray flipped, and all the red wine sshed onto Summer''s body Her body mmed against the table, and she slipped and fell, sitting on the floor. Nancy was stunned. Mark had got up at once, squatting slightly to hold Summer by her shoulders, and helped her up. "I will get tissues." Nancy snapped back and hurried away to fetch tissues. Summer caught her breath as she came out of her shock. When she looked up, she saw the man in front o f her ogling her. "Jerk!" She blushed, quickly covering her chest with her hands. "Any man would have looked under this circumstance." His voice was unusually low and hoarse. "Jerk! Do you think all men are as shameless as you?¡± Summer red. "I guarantee they would have been more shameless than me." His hot breath blew against her ear, making her blush even more. "Despicable!" she cursed and pushed him away with all her strength. Mark leaned against the dining table. His tongue licked across his lips as if he was recollecting something. "How can a teacher use foulnguage?" "Do you expect me to speak nicely to you?" She shot a re at him, despising his frivolous behavior." Pervert!" "Do you want to know what a real pervert looks like, e h? Let me demonstrate it to you." He stepped forward, forcing her into a corner, all the while smiling as she stared at her. He always thought he had impable self-control. But this time, he was on the verge of losing control. "Let me go, you pervert! Let me go!" He was clutching her hands over her head. She could not move. All she could do was to scream anxiously. The look in his eyes scared her. There was a rush of footsteps. Summer knew that Nancy was returning. Desperate, she wriggled her body and struggledboriously. Sweat popped out of her forehead, and her heart pounded uncontrobly. But Mark had no intention of letting go of her just yet. Summer bit her lip, raised her knee to hit him in the loins. As an excruciating pain ripped across his body, he groaned in pain and let go of her hands. She quickly pulled two steps away to keep a distance from him. Nancy pushed open the door of the private dining room and noticed nothing wrong between the two." Here are the tissues. Soak up the wine from your clothes, or else you might catch a cold." "Should I excuse myself?" Mark asked, folding thepels of his coat. He was so elegant and understanding toward Summer. But his brows slightly furrowed as he was fighting the pain. "It is okay. She will just go to thedies'' room. Please sit down, Mr. Valentine," Nancy quickly said, not wanting to slight him. But he was a wolf in sheep''s clothing. How Summer wished she could give him a good tongueshing again. She fought back the urge and took the tissues from Nancy. "I am sorry. I am not feeling well. I will have to leave now.¡± "It is okay, Summer." Nancy knew she could not me her. Summer grabbed her down jacket, gritting her teeth, and left without looking back. Mark squinted his eyes. He looked apathetic as ever, with his lips pressing together slightly. There was a look of arrogance and gentlemanliness in him. "I am sorry, Miss Atkinson. I still have a meeting at five. But please allow me to send you home." Nancy felt a little disappointed. But since he offered to give her a ride, she nodded with excitement. "Thank you, Mr. Valentine." The hotel manager learned about the incident and hurried over, offering Mark a cigarette, and apologized. Mark acknowledged his apology but held up his hand t o refuse the cigarette because he did not smoke." Everyone makes mistakes. Just be careful next time. I will pick up the tab.¡± Nancy was standing behind him, looking at his stalwart figure from behind. She heard the conversation between him and the manager and could not help but admire him even more. Summer was wearing her damp clothes, standing on the roadside to wait for her taxi. When she thought of that despicable face, she wished she could p it. Before her taxi came, a ck Land Rover pulled up in front of her. The window rolled down, and the face that she most despised appeared. "Get in," Mark said. Get into his car again? Summer sneered. She was not s o stupid. When she was about to speak, the car door opened with Nancy waving at her from inside the car. "Get in, Summer. Mr. Valentine will send us home."Content ? copyrighted by N?velDrama.Org. Since Nancy was also in the car, he could do nothing t o her. Besides, it was difficult to get a taxi to this ce. So there was no need to pretend to be tough. She got in the car and sat in the back seat with Nancy. No one was talking. The cabin was incredibly quiet. Summer had nothing to say, while Nancy was afraid t o say anything because Mark looked intimidating to her. Neither Mark said anything to them. He was muttering something into the earpiece as if he was giving orders to his staff with no hesitation in his voice. Atst, the car stopped outside a neighborhood. Just a s Summer opened the car door and stepped out, a deep, low voice came. "Please dress properly next time when you go out, Miss Hart." Her cheeks flushed, and Summer forced the word through her teeth. "Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Valentine. Goodbye, and I hope we don''t see each other again." Once outside the car, she could not hold back her anger and kicked the car¡¯s tire in the tire. She had no idea how tough a car tire was. Her foot hurt, and it felt numb. Mark had taken all that in. He nced at his loins-it was still painful. She had probably hit him with all her strength just now. He looked at her again before restarting the engine, turned the car around, and left. Meanwhile, there was a small blue handbag and a medical report in the back seat of his car. Chapter 18 Chapter 18 Summer¡¯s face flushed, her skin feeling hot. She cursed with resentment as she walked into the living room. Nancy was hounding Summer with questions about the words she said when she left. Summer¡¯s ears were red. She had no choice but to answer. Earlier, she took off her broken bra in the hospitaldies'' room. She did not expect the ident i n the restaurant to happen. 1 Daisy was watching TV on the sofa. She turned her head around and beckoned to Summer when she heard footsteps. "Come over here. Let''s watch this together." Probably because of her age, Daisy seldom watched T V. But this time, he was enjoying it with great gusto. Summer was curious and walked over. It was a reality show about a child and a father. Most teachers in her school watched this show. She was not a big fan of it. But after watching it for a few minutes, she found it pretty interesting. The child was standing in front of the kitchen basin and washed a basket of broli. Because of her height, she was kind of struggling to reach into the basin. After it was done, she carried the basket out of the kitchen basin. When she turned around, the basket identally flipped over, and the washed broli was scattered all over the floor. Her big round eyes looked nervous, and she called out to her dad. "This child is a younger version of you. When you were small, you always offered to help wash the dishes and clothes, and always got yourself wet in the end." Daisy smiled as she recollected. Summer smiled back. But she could not remember all that. Yet her mom remembered every single detail of i t. Looking at the adorable child on the screen, Summer suddenly thought of the baby in her womb. Her mind was in such a whirl. She was no longer in the mood to watch the TV show. She turned around and walked into her room, all the while in a daze. ''What am I going to do?¡¯ Her thoughts were in aplete muddle. There was n o simple answer to this question. Her head hurt as if a thousand needles jabbed into her skull whenever she tried to think. She knew she needed a rest-both mentally and physically. The year-end exam was in three days. The school had issued the exam timetable and a memo about the preparations to make for the exam venue. She had to study them. She habitually reached her hand for her handbag, but i t was not there. She was startled, then realized that she did not take her handbag with her when she came home. So where could she have left her handbag? Oceanside Hotel, or in Mark''s car? She hoped she had left it in the hotel rather than in Marks¡¯ car. Her face changed drastically, her heart pounding as if i t was going to burst out of her chest. She picked up her mobile phone and called the hotel reception at once. After that, her phone slowly slid from her weak hand andnded beside her while she flopped down on the edge of the bed, panting anxiously. The pregnancy test report was in Mark''s car. Mark steered the car into the garage. When he looked in the rearview mirror, he saw a handbag and a document on the back seat. His brows furrowed. He reached his hand over to the back seat to grab the handbag and also the document. Content ? copyrighted by N?velDrama.Org. He saw Summer''s name on the document. So he became curious and read on. When he finished reading the report, his expression changed. He remembered Summer took the after-morning pill that his man had brought on that day. There was no reason for her pregnancy. But the hospital report in his hand would not lie. Could it be that she forged this report? His brows were knitted together. He clenched the pregnancy report in his hand and squinted, then took out his mobile phone and made a call. Chapter 19 Chapter 19 Summer was trying to pull herself together. She nearly jumped out of her skin when her phone rang all of a sudden. Picking up the phone on the bed, she saw the caller ID. Her heart pounded violently-so much so that she nearly lost grip on her phone. It was Mark. He must have found the pregnancy report. She hung up the phone. Her hand was shuddering. But she told herself to calm down. The phone screen lit up again, and the ringtone reverberated in the silent room. She let the phone sit in her hand but did not pick up the call. After a long moment, the screen went dark. She breathed a sigh of relief. She knew she had to make a quick decision whether or not to keep the baby. The door was ajar. She could clearly hear her mom¡¯s cheerfulughter and the tender voice of the child from the TV. With her hand on her belly, there was a strange feeling rising from within. It was her baby, and her blood was flowing in her. It was a wonderful feeling. How could she kill an innocent baby in her womb with her own hands? The doctor''s words came to mind again, reminding her of her retroverted uterus. If she had an abortion, she would never conceive again. She would no longer have the chance of enjoying her children running around her, hugging her by her legs, and begging her for sweets. Was life still beplete for a woman like her if there were no children? The thought was lingering in her mind. As it became more vivid and more certain as time went by, the confusion from the sense of urgency suddenly disappeared. ¡®You have a new text message.'' The crisp and sweet female prompt voice sounded. She opened the message: ''Tomorrow 2:00 pm, the cafe i n South Lane.'' The message was short and with just enough information, as if an instruction issued by a superior t o a subordinate. This was typical of that man, who was known for his frivolity, elegance, and not-to-be-questioned attitude. Summer sneered. She was surprised that she couldugh now. Perhaps she was now at peace with herself after she made her decision. She tapped on the phone screen with her fingertips and sent out her reply: ''OK.'' She had a clear mind now. She knew that running away from him was not the solution, and it was impossible. Where could she go when he had so much influence i n Santabaca? There was nowhere to hide. But she would keep the news of her pregnancy from her mom and dad for now until she had sorted out everything. She breathed a sigh of relief. She went into the bathroom, took a shower, and rested. Whatever happened, she needed a good night''s sleep now. The next morning, she asked the school principal for a day''s leave. She nced at the time¡ªthere was This is from N?velDrama.Org. still half an hour to go before 2:00 pm. She waved down a taxi and told the taxi driver the address. The taxi headed straight to South Land. South Lane was a well-known street in Santabaca. Cafes selling all kinds of coffee lined the street. These cafes were not only famous but also expensive. When Summer stepped into the cafe that they had agreed to meet, Mark had not arrived yet. She was early. She checked the time. It was 1:55 pm. As soon as she sat down at a table by the window, a sweet-looking waitress greeted her. "Wee. Here is the menu." Chapter 20 Chapter 20 "I am still waiting for someone." While speaking, Summer saw the items on the menu. ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org . Her jaw dropped. The coffees listed on the menu were over a hundred dors a cup. Some were even as high as a thousand dors. These were way too luxurious for her. Mark finally showed up. Summer nced at her mobile phone. It was 1:59 pm. This man arrived almost on the dot. He sat down opposite her and squinted at her as he leaned back on the sofa leisurely. "There is something that we need to talk about, Miss Hart." Her heart raced. She spontaneously straightened her back. "Is it about the report?" "You took the pill that my man brought in front of me that day. Yet this happens. How are you going to exin this?" He looked at her with his prating eyes, as if he was observing her every tiny movement. She did not avoid his gaze but looked him back in the eyes with utmost calmness. "My dad came back from a trip to Mowo and brought back some coffee. He brewed the coffee, and I drank a few cups when I arrived home that day. I had forgotten that coffee and medicine did not mix well. The caffeine must have neutralized the pill. Besides, I really don''t like your attitude, Mr. Valentine." She waspletelyposed, as cool as a cucumber. He could tell from experience if she was telling the truth. He believed she was telling the truth. But he had an issue with herst sentence. "What is wrong with my attitude?" He shifted his posture. "Your questioning attitude." Summer clenched both her hands together under the table as she continued." You got drunk and entered the wrong room that night. It was your fault, and I was the victim. What right do you have to question me?" "Go on." Mark looked at her as if he was about to see through her. He knocked on the table with his knuckle in a crisp and rhythmic pattern. The sound raised the tension by a notch. She mustered her courage. "The reason I agreed to meet you is to tell you what I think: I will keep the baby." As if he heard some joke, he chuckled with a smirk." What right do you have to decide it alone?" "The baby is in my womb. I have every right to decide whether to keep the baby." He crossed his legs and squinted. "I don''t deny that you are the victim. And of course, I also won''t deny that it was my fault. But without mybor, how could you have the current result? Since I a m the one who made the mistake, it is only a matter of course that I should be the one to correct it andpensate you for it. But you must not keep the baby." She had expected this. But it still hurt to hear it with her own ears. She straightened her back. "This is my call, and I will bear the consequences. I don¡¯t need yourpensation, and you don''t have to worry that I will use the child to ckmail you in the future. I will not tell the child anything about you. If you don''t trust me, let¡¯s put that in ck and white. If I breach the agreement, you may do whatever you want with me.¡± There was no expression on his face. He got up and said in a low but clear and unquestionable tone of voice, "This doesn¡¯t change my decision. Tomorrow afternoon, I will take you to the hospital.¡± "Aren''t you curious why I want to keep the baby?" She became a little anxious when he got up and was about to leave. She sprung to her feet at once and looked at him from behind. "The doctor told me I might not conceive next time." He stopped in his tracks and spun around. He could see her chest heaving and blue veins bulging on her neck because of the emotional disturbance. Chapter 21 Chapter 21 "As much as I am sorry to hear your condition, it has nothing to do with me." His deep voice was indifferent. "It is exactly the fact that the baby has nothing to do with you that makes me willing to meet. I want Content ? copyrighted by N?velDrama.Org. nothing from you. Don''t worry. The only thing I want i s this baby." Her chest heaved, her hands sping the edge of the table to support her body. Sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind her. It looked as if she was coated with a soft yellow halo. Her hair that cascaded down on both sides of her cheeks gave a touch of beauty to her. The sight tugged at Mark¡¯s heartstring. There was a slight emotional disturbance in his eyes. When he spoke, his icy voice softened a bit this time. "What if the child belongs to another man?" "I will still keep the baby. I''d prefer the baby to belong t o another man rather than you." Her reply startled him slightly. He narrowed his eyes and swallowed. This time, his voice became bitter again. "Why is that?" "It will be far easier to agree with any other man, even i f he just pays some money. Inparison, you are insensitive." She spelled out the sentence. "You may give birth to the baby of a man you don''t love, but I will not tolerate a woman who I don''t love giving birth to my child. Do you understand?¡± He stared at her for a long while. And when he finally spoke, his tone of voice was frosty. His expression was as unfathomable as a bottomless abyss. No one knew what was on his mind. What he said had stunned Summer. He stepped away and left, his tall and straight figure slowly vanishing from her sight. The only thing that still lingered around was that voice in her ears: ''Tomorrow I will take you to the hospital. My advice to you: do not try my patience...¡¯ Summer was still a little absentminded back at school. She knew this would happen. How could a man like him possibly let a woman, with whom he had only a one-night stand, give birth to his child? What should she do now? ''Tomorrow, I will take you to the hospital. My advice to you: do not try my patience...¡¯ His words came to mind again. This was not advice but a warning¡ªtelling her not to defy him as he had got his eye on her. Her head hurt. She gently massaged her temples with both hands. Confusion struck her again. She could not sleep the entire night as her mind could not rest, things bothering her. She still could not think of a way to get around this problem. Since Mark had stated his stance, that meant his decision was final. She had a headache, feeling as if her head was going t o explode. Chapter 22 Chapter 22 If push came to shove, she would go into hiding. It might not be a solution, but this could be the only This is from N?velDrama.Org. way out. Her mom and dad had returned to their hometown in the countryside. So Mark could not use her parents to threaten her. Her headache had lessened, and she felt better now. She got out of bed and quickly packed up. She wasted no time in leaving the ce. But before that, she had to go to school to hand over her task for the year-end exam. She hauled her suitcase and headed out to the school. Jazz yawned and stretched. He looked up and saw Marking out of the bedroom. "Are you going to the office now?" "Yeah. What¡¯s up?" Mark looked at him as he adjusted his iron-gray tie. "Mom came backst night. She asked us to go home i n the morning." "Let''s go home first, and then the chauffeur will send you back to school." As Mark put on his suit, his brows furrowed as if something came to mind. "When is the final exam?¡± Jazz hemmed upon hearing the question. "Tomorrow,¡± he answered truthfully. "How is your preparation?" "Everything is fine. I will not get thest ce again this time, I guess." Jazz rubbed his nose. Mark nodded in satisfaction. He then hissed with a warning. "Don''t evere back if you fail." Jazz knew that Mark was not joking. If he got thest ce in this exam, he would be done for. "I will not repeat the same mistake. Trust me," Jazz said. "How old is Miss Hart, by the way?" Mark asked absentmindedly. "Twenty-four." Jazz was puzzled. His hand that held a file froze for a split second. He then picked up his coat and the car key from the coffee table. At twenty-four years old, she was young, six years younger than him. "What¡¯s up? Isn¡¯t she young and talented?" Jazz said proudly. But Mark stepped out of the hallway at once without even bothering to look at him. Jazz spun around and pursued. "Wait for me. I will go with you.¡± It did not take long before the ck Land Rover came outside the vi of the Valentines. The two walked into the living room in tandem. "When did you get engaged? You didn''t tell your brother and me... Okay, I know... You guys be safe while on the road." Yvette Angelo was on the phone when her two sons came home. She hung up, and her a smile broke out o n her face. "Aunt is engaged? When was it?" Jazz looked shocked, his eyes cautiously sweeping over Mark beside him. He was afraid to look at Mark¡¯s expression. Mark froze in ce, his lips pressed together, and his face looked grave with emotion surging inside him. Even blue veins popped up on his hand that held the file. "Two days ago," Yvette said with a frown, looking not too happy. "We all are family, but she didn''t even inform us about her engagement." "Mom, did Aunt say anything else?" Jazz was trying to sound out if his aunt had ever mentioned Mark. Chapter 23 Chapter 23 "She said she would be back with her fiance in two days,¡± Yvette said. Mark clenched the file in his hand and walked forward, his expression bing normal again. "Where are you going, Mark?" Yvette looked at him from behind, wondering if he could still not forget Raine Valentine. He paused and turned around with his eyebrows raised. "The washroom." "Your aunt has something to say to you: it is time to settle down; you are not young anymore," Yvette said after eyeing him. Mark looked calm, not revealing his emotions. "Let me go to the washroom first, Mom." As soon as he was inside the washroom, he forced his fist on the marble basin countertop, his eyes piercingly bitter. He sneered. ''Damn you, Raine!¡¯ He took out his phone with his bruised hand. With that bitter smile on his face, he dialed the number that he had ingrained in his mind. ''The call you have dialed is busy. Please try againter. The line was busy? He narrowed his eyes and threw his mobile phone on the basin countertop, then leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette, and took a few drags. The nicotine rushed down his throat and then spread into his lungs. He was not stupid, of course. He knew she hung up on him on purpose, not that she was really on the line. He fished out an exquisite diamond ring from his pants pocket. He nced at it and then tossed it into This is from N?velDrama.Org. the trash can. The diamond ring made no sound when it went into the trash can, just like his unruffled facial expression. ''Since you have done this, you had better not appear i n front of me again. Otherwise, I will definitely kill you. I He walked out of the washroom as if nothing had happened before. "The mayor''s daughter has already returned from abroad. I have seen her several times. She is beautiful and well-educated. Make yourself avable to meet her tomorrow and make the marriage happen this time," Yvette said. Mark was flipping through the documents without looking up. "I have an important meeting tomorrow. I have no time for this." "Your grandpa and grandma have also met the mayor''s daughter before. They are very satisfied. Just make time for it and then get engaged." Yvette insisted. "Besides, your grandpa has said that if you refuse, he will have to use force. This marriage has been decided. He wille in two days to make sure the marriage goes on as nned. Your grandpa always means what he says-you know that. So get ready yourself. We will soon have the double celebration of your engagement and your aunt¡¯s soon-to-be wedding." Something billowed in his eyes. His knuckles that turned white gave away his emotions. After talking to the principal, Summer could finally breathe a sigh of relief. At first, she was worried that h e would disagree. But things had gone smoothly. The snobbish school principal was pretty easy to reason with, after all. Again, she hauled her suitcase along as she hurried out of the school. After just making two paces, her colleague, Cerys Davidson, stopped her. "Where are you going, Summer?" "I am going back to my hometown." Summer made up an excuse and went ahead. But this time, Cerys grabbed her arm. "I am introducing you to a guy. You have got to follow me to meet up with him now." "I have bought my train ticket. Time is wasting. Talkter when Ie back." She rejected and anxiously wanted to leave. Chapter 24 Chapter 24 "Come on, he is waiting in the coffee shop opposite our school right now. Just meet him for a while before you go." Cerys pushed and brought her out of the school. Summer, who was being dragged along, was trying to find an excuse. "I haven''t even washed my face yet, Cerys. Look at my messy hair! I don''t want to frighten him!" i "It is fine. No one is going to know that if you don''t tell. Let''s go." Cerys was a little chubby, almost twice the size of Summer. It looked as if she was taking a kid with her. Summer reluctantly followed her. "I will only show my face, and then I will have to leave, or I will miss the train." "Deal." So Cerys brought her into a coffee shop opposite the school. A guy, about twenty-eight, medium-built, an ordinarylooking man, was sitting at the table by the window. As they walked over, and Cerys introduced them to each other. The guy politely held out his hand. "Nice t o meet you." Just as she was about to hold out hers, she saw in her peripheral vision a familiar-looking ck Land Rover pulling up outside the school across the street. She froze, her face turning pale in an instant. Her breathing became heavy. She thought of hiding, but h e had spotted her. They had eye to eye. It was toote t o hide. Immediately afterward, he narrowed his eyes and walked towards the coffee shop. Summer''s chest heaved violently, her hands on her side clenched into fists. "Why don''t you sit down, Summer?¡± Cerys looked at her in puzzlement when she saw Summer still standing there. There was no response from Summer. She seemed to have not heard Cerys. "Summer?" Befuddled, Cerys shook Summer''s arm. When Summer came out of her daze, Mark hade i n front of her. "Follow me." Dressed in a suit, Mark had that dignity and elegance from the inside out, which seemed odd with this budget coffee house. Summer trembled slightly, her nails digging into the tender skin of her palms, trying to keep her face calm. "I have something on now." She wanted to buy herself time. She would run when there was an opportunity. Cerys looked at the man standing in front of her, and i t triggered her intuition as a matchmaker again. This guy was top-notch in terms of body build and appearance. He was the kind of high-quality man that she had never seen before in her life. "Summer, this is-" There was a light in Cerys''s eyes. "He is the guardian of my student," Summer said evasively. Mark¡¯s brows were knitted together. He had be impatient. But he still waited. This is from N?velDrama.Org. "I am sorry, sir. Summer is seeing this nice man now. You may talk to her after this." Cerys said cautiously, trying her best not to offend him, knowing that he was not some ordinary guy. Mark frowned. He now noticed the man sitting across the table. The young man stood up, looking a little nervous because of Mark''s intimidating gaze. "Hello.¡± Mark nodded in acknowledgment, with no expression on his face. He then looked at Summer again. "Don¡¯t you want to go?" The young man felt he had been snubbed. He looked a t Cerys. ¡°Since Miss Hart is busy, we will meet another day. Do you mind giving me her number?" Summer told the man her phone number, and the man saved it in his phone, then politely excused himself and left. Chapter 25 Chapter 25 It was only right for Cerys to leave now. But before that, she did not forget to encourage Summer and the young man to contact each other by phone to get to know each other better. So now Mark and Summer were the only people here. As always, Mark still had no expression on his face. "S o this is what a blind date looks like, eh?" Summer said nothing, just biting her lip, waiting for her opportunity. "Did you leave your phone number to every man you met on a blind date?" Mark frowned and felt curious. She took a deep breath, as she could no longer stand this anymore. "I am going to thedies'' room." But Mark extended his hand to stop her and then nced down at the luggage with his piercing eyes." Why do you need to bring the luggage to the toilet?" She froze and did not want to pretend anymore. "I will not agree to an abortion. Absolutely no!" "Do you think you can defy me?" He threatened her. He hit the nail on the head. She lowered her eyes and gritted her teeth. "You are a bully!" "Well, I am." Mark did not think it was a problem. He looked at her angry face. "You may bully me, though." "Are you making fun of me?" Summer red at him. She knew that not everyone could bully him-only those who were at his level. A wave of fury crashed through her, her face flushing a s red as an apple. But Mark just looked at her. He then fished out a cigarette from the pack and lit it up. It shimmered brightly. "You really want the baby?" His question startled her. She had no clue why he suddenly asked this. She did not answer, just sping her belly as she took a few steps back cautiously. Her action had apparently answered his question. Mark crushed the rest of the cigarette. There was a scary look in his eyes. "If you really want to keep this baby, marry me." This turn of the event came as a bolt from the blue. It knocked her down with a feather. She thought she had hallucinations. "Wh-Wh-What did you say?" Mark¡¯s left eyes squinted because of the smoke in the air. He then repeated himself. "If you really want Content ? copyrighted by N?velDrama.Org. to keep this baby, marry me." She felt a clear sense of pain as she sank her nails into the tender skin of her palm. "Are you kidding me?" "I have a meeting at one o¡¯clock, a business gathering a t two, and a contract signing ceremony with an Athana multinationalpany at three. Do you think I have time to stand here to make this joke?" He frowned, his lips twitching as he stared at her. Indeed, he was a busy man. He would not have time to make such a joke with her. She took a deep breath. "Mr. Valentine, are you sure you are mentally sound?¡± "What do you think?" he asked back, wondering what made her think he was mad. He had the same expression on his face, just like any other day. It was precisely because of this that she was even more confused. She could not wrap her brain around his actions. She felt she needed to calm down and clear her mind. I t must be either one of them who had gone mad. "I need to go to thedies'' room to clear my mind.¡± Just as she stepped out, Mark reached out his and grabbed her wrist, then pulled her toward him and looked her in the eyes. "I am sober. So are you. You don''t need to go to thedies'' room at all. Just answer yes or no." Chapter 26 Chapter 26 Summer trembled when the warm palm of his hand touched her skin. It frightened her. She did not know what to do. Her racing heartbeat only calmed down after a long while. "Why do you want to marry me?" she spelled out her words. She was not an eighteen-year-old who still fantasized about a fairy-tale rtionship anymore. While he had power and money, yielding dominant influence in Santabaca, she was just an ordinary teacher. Not to mention that they had only met six times. The only time they had an intimate encounter was the night when they got drunk and slept together. Had he been fascinated by her body since then? Absolutely impossible. She felt ridiculous just by thinking about it. So why did he want to marry her? There was silence for over ten seconds, and the cigarette between his fingertips still shimmered. He then opened his mouth. "I need a partner to marry. And you, whom I don''t hate, ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org . are the best candidate." Looking at his prating eyes, Summer could see a faint sense of loneliness, and an indescribable When she tried to take a closer look, he let go of her hand. "Think over it tonight and give me an answer by tomorrow. If you agree, we will register our marriage straightaway. If you don''t agree, I will not force you into it. But you will have got to go to the hospital." He looked calm, his voice low but sinct. Summer fell into silence. She really needed to think about it. "And...¡± he let his words hang for a second, then continued, "never think about running away. It will just be a waste of energy." He left as soon as his voice trailed off, leaving her staring at him from behind. A day of escape attempts ended. Things came back to square one, and she got herself an expired train ticket. She hauled her luggage bag back to the school, feeling depressed the entire time. In the evening, she sat at the table with a bowl of chicken soup for dinner. She felt a crushing burden falling on her. Things had gone sideways, catching her unawares. She had thought about getting married, but marrying Mark Valentine had never been part of the n. He was serious about the marriage, and she wanted to keep the baby. So it seemed that it was a match made i n heaven. She was sipping on the chicken soup when his voice rang in her mind again. She felt as if she was imagining things. ''I need a partner to marry. And you, whom I don''t hate, are the best candidate.'' She shook her head when she felt her heart galloping again. "Marriage is so casual to him. As long as he doesn''t hate me, he will marry me," she mumbled to herself. She thought she was simple enough-her thinking was that it does not have to be a mutual affection, but at least there must be a feeling between two people. Apparently, his idea of marriage was much casual than hers. Theplicated emotion in his eyes still perplexed her. But she could not tell what it was about. The next early morning, right at first light, in the icy wind, amid the rustling of the tree branches, salt grain -like snow falling from the air added a touch of chilliness to the morning. A ck Land Rover was parked outside the apartment. Cigarette butts were strewn on the ground beside the vehicle. It was apparent that the Land Rover had been waiting there for some time. Mark rested his left hand on the steering wheel, took out his mobile phone with his right hand, and dialed it. Chapter 27 Chapter 27 The phone rang for a long while before a drowsy voice picked it up. "Hello?" "You have five minutes. Either youe down, or I go up,¡± he frowned and said with a no-nonsense voice. He disliked waiting, but today was an exception. He had been waiting for over half an hour, and his patience had run out. Summer was jolted out of her sleep. She gasped in fright. ''How... how could it be him?'' "Five minutes. If you agree, bring your things ande down quickly. If you disagree, we will go to the hospital. Now, there are still four minutes left." He reminded her again and hung up before she could say anything. He raised his eyebrows, wondering if he was really so frightening to her that she had to gasp in horror at hearing his voice? With one minute left, Summer appeared in front of the ck Land Rover. She gritted her teeth and opened the car door. Her hair was pointing everywhere, and there was a stain on the corner of her mouth. Her appearance startled Mark, but just for a second. "Where''s the fire? It is not like I will run away." She was grumpy. She had gotten little sleepst night. And she was woken up before the sky turned bright. You can''t me her for her crankiness. Another gust of chilly wind carrying salt grain-like snow blew past. She shrank her neck in cold and quickly got into the back seat. "You seem to be not afraid of me now." Mark narrowed his eyes. "I have never been afraid of you. I just wanted nothing to do with you," she said matter-of-factly. He nced at her and held out his hand. "Where is your Social Security card?" She really hated hismanding tone of voice and self-confidence, as if she was the prey in his hands, and she had no way to escape. With her brows knitted together, she looked at him and tried to provoke him." What makes you think I will agree?" "How could you still sleep if you did not agree?" he squinted with his lips curling up slightly. He did not even have to make guesses as her emotions were written all over her face. He paused for a second before he continued. "Besides, you are so brazen-faced and show your temper in front of me." She could not find a word to respond. His beast-like, sharp gaze frightened her. With much reluctance and dissatisfaction, she handed her Social Security card to him. The ck Land Rover started, backed out of the parking lot, and drove forward. Sitting in the back seat, she looked out the window with her hands clenched together. She was a little nervous and did not know what to do. She wondered i f she was making the right choice. But since things hade to such a pass, why should she worry anymore? Content ? copyrighted by N?velDrama.Org. She would just have to roll with the punches and let tomorrow worry about itself. After the car had driven forward for a while, Mark nced at her mouth. "Are you sure you want to go to the Civil Registry Office like this?" "What do you mean ''like this''? Only now that you think about my appearance? Don''t you think it is too "Since you don''t mind, I have no reason to say otherwise," he said in a low voice. Her overreactions did not affect him a bit. "What do you mean?" It was only now that she suspected something. He said not a word. With his left hand on the steering wheel, he tapped the overhead vanity mirror with his fingers of his right hand, motioning her to look up. She rolled her eyes at his strange behavior, and then suspiciously, she straightened up and looked at herself in the vanity mirror. Chapter 28 Chapter 28 She instantly blushed, wishing the ground would swallow her up. Last night, after having her chicken soup, she was too exhausted and crashed out without cleaning herself u P- Also, he threatened her in the early morning. She was afraid of waking her neighbors, so she hurried Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org. downstairs, not realizing... "Turn the car around!" She patted his seat from behind. "What do you want to do?" He smirked, asking the obvious. "Going back to wash my face." She was almost whispering. "You know what, Miss Hart, I don¡¯t mind at all. Just keep it this way." He did not n to stop the car. Summer could not describe how embarrassed she was. Yet, she could do nothing about him except threaten him. "If you don''t turn around, I am not going to get out of the car at the Civil Registry Office!" Mark scanned the surroundings. He then swirled the car around and stopped on the opposite side of the road. "Get out," he snapped. "I want to go home!" She looked at the surroundings and shook her head. "Do you want to get out on your own, or do you want m e to kick you out?" He threatened her. "I want to go home!" She insisted. He had no choice but to get out of the car and go to the convenience store across the street. Minutester, he returned with a bottle of mineral water in his hand. He unscrewed the cap and poured a small amount of water into the palm of his hand. He then wet his other hand, bent down slightly, and used his calloused fingers to wipe the stain off her mouth gently. She did not expect that he would do this. It stunned her for a while. She did not know how to react. He was just inches from her. His scent of a mature man mixed with the smell of nicotine was drowning her. She felt she could not breathe. When his rough fingers wiped across her mouth, she felt a sense of intimacy. Her cheeks were now as red as an Elmo doll. Her eyshes flicked spontaneously as she looked up at him. He did not look at her but just wiped her mouth by feel, his ck eyes seemingly so focused and gentle. That part of her heart softened like butter. His action tugged at her heartstrings, as if a rock hit the surface o f the water. Just then, Mark got up but left his finger on her lips for a few seconds before removing it. He nced down at her delicate face and noticed a red rubbing mark there. Her skin must be so delicate that it reddened at the touch of his finger. Nevertheless, her skin felt good to the touch. "Do you still need me to turn around?" He looked at her. Her eyes met his. She then looked away awkwardly. "N o need." She had softened her voice now. He nced at her red cheeks with a faint smile of delight. The car continued to move forward. There was a silence in the cabin as neither of them said a word. Her face red red, especially the part where he had wiped. Even her ears were red. When they arrived at the Civil Registry Office, only three couples were waiting. It was probably still early. It did not take long before it was their turn. 1 Mark had that imprable expression that gave out none of his emotion. The pen in his hand flowed as he put down his signature. Chapter 29 Chapter 29 After a moment of hesitation, as if she had been through a bloody struggle with herself, she lowered her head and solemnly put down her signature. This simple procedure changed their rtionship tremendously. They went from slightly above strangers to bing a couple who slept together. It was 8:30 am when they left the Civil Registry Office. The salt grain-like snow had turned into kes, covering the ground in white. Cold air rushed into her nostrils as she took a deep breath. She could not help shivering. The temperature had dropped so low overnight. But the thought of her going from being single to married overnight made the changes in weather seem to be not much of a surprise. Many things could change overnight. While her mind ran wild, Mark was walking out of the Civil Registry Office with two staff members. They followed him from behind and were very respectful when they spoke to him. Mark opened the car door and motioned for her to get i n. She still could not get used to their rtionship, and s o she looked awkward. She pretended to look at the time and then made excuses. "It is half-past eight. I have to rush to school. I know you must be very busy too. I will just take a taxi."Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org. "Get in the car," he snapped, frowning, as if he had not heard her. More people had arrived. Envy eyes were on Mark as people whispered among themselves. Mark was undoubtedly the most eye-catching person everywhere he went. Summer thought of her appearance and became self-conscious. She had not washed her face yet and was too embarrassed to keep standing here. So she bent over and flew into the back seat. Just then, his deep voice came. "Sit in the front. I am not your chauffeur, mind you." She gritted her teeth. ''What is wrong with this guy that he wants to dictate where I should sit?¡¯ But she gave in. The car drove forward, smooth like a magic carpet. Mark looked over at her. "I have an important meeting in the afternoon. Go home and pack your belongings, and the secretary will fetch you over." She flustered, spontaneously shaking her head. "My parents haven''t known about it yet. Let me tell them first, and then I will move in." 2 Things happened too suddenly that she was not mentally prepared for it. Thinking of having to live with him from now on, she was diposed again. He looked at her for a few seconds, turned the steering wheel to the left to make a turn. His eyebrows were knitted together. "Neither have I told my parents. Make time these few days. We will go to your side first, then mine. It is better to let me do the talking." She couldn''t agree more. He stopped the car outside the school. "My secretary will wait for you in front of your apartment in the afternoon." "Can''t I move in two more days?" "Why?" "I have not prepared for it yet." She was truthful. He looked at her for a while, and then his eyes narrowed. "What kind of preparation-mentally or physically?¡± What the heck? Summer red at him, her heart thumping. "Of course, mentally!" "So that means you are physically prepared." He was ying with her words in a matter-of-fact way. She felt heat spreading on her face. She gritted her teeth. "You are trapping me with words!" Chapter 30 Chapter 30 "Yes." He sounded naughty. "Teachers should know how to improvise and adapt. I have full confidence in you, Miss Hart." "Who told you that a teacher should know how to improvise and adapt? Do you think I am a wild survivor?" She retorted irritably. "You really know a lot." He started the car and left. ''How could this man be so dictatorial? He never listens to others at all.¡¯ She thought to herself with a frown. But then, she could not deny that he looked charming when he raised the corner of his mouth as he was leaving. Summer got off work and walked out of the school in the afternoon. A middle-aged man in a suit walked up and stopped her. 1 She frowned, wondering what this man was up to. When she was about to ask, the man spoke, "I am Billy Day, Mr. Valentine''s secretary. He asked me to bring you to the apartment." No wonder. She could not refuse but to get into the car. She first returned home to pack her belongings. Only then she went to the apartment with Billy. It was an expensive apartment,rge, but no one else was there. She was standing in the living room with her suitcase. Billy had left. 1 She stood there, hesitating and falling into a daze. She was nervous because she was not used to living with a man. But she also knew that there was no escape. So she gritted her teeth and walked into the bedroom with the suitcase. Club Nightshade. The ce was thumping with loud music, and men and women were moving their bodies to the crazy beat. Inside a private cubicle. Billy and Charlie stared unblinking at the man on the couch. Mark''s suit jacket was ced on the couch. He was wearing only a ck shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his muscr arms. He picked up a wine ss and knocked back. "Holy smokes, this is Polish vodka. The alcohol concentration is 96 percent. Why hasn''t he gotten drunk?" Billy scratched his chin. "I am more curious about how he got together with Miss Hart. They even got married." Charlie shrugged with amazement. ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org . "As curious as I am about that, what beats me is that why is he drinking here on the first night of his marriage? Is he still thinking of his aunt?" Mark''s hand holding the wine ss stopped in midair for a fleeting second, and then it returned to normal, as if nothing had happened before. But Charlie¡¯s keen eye had noticed that. He nudged Billy with his shoulder and whispered, ¡°Don''t poke a wounded tiger, man." Realizing his blunder, Billy hemmed and shut up. 1.00 am. Probably because she was not used to the new environment, she could not sleep. So she sat on the sofa. Mark had note home yet. She frowned, as she could not describe her feelings now. Just then, a knock on the door jolted her out of her thoughts and up from the sofa. ''Who could it be at this hour? Is it Mark?¡¯ She went to open the door and saw Charlie and Bill holding Mark on each side. Judging by his condition, Mark was apparently drunk. "Hello, Miss Hart." Billy let out a smile. "Mr. Valentine went to a business meeting and got drunk." Chapter 31 Chapter 31 Charlie spoke up, "We were there with him as well, so we brought him back." bbergasted, Summer just stood there watching them carry Mark into the bedroom, and they came out afterying him on the bed. "We''ll leave Mr. Valentine in your care now; he''s all yours!" Charlie kicked Billy in the back as soon as the words left his lips. Sighing, he said, "Don''t take his words to heart. We''ll be leaving now. Good night." With that, he brought bbermouth Billy along with him and left. Summer then went into the bedroom, and her gaze fell upon the sleeping figure on the bed. To have fallen into his current state, he seemed to have drunk a lot. However, it gave him an extra touch of nonchnce and an air of gracious informality on top of his gorgeous appearance, making him look even more attractive and desirable. Walking over to his side, she bent slightly and took off his leather shoes. She thought to herself, ''This man always looked so mature and collected. What could have made him drink till this current state?'' Her gaze shifted to his lips, and it was slightly chapped. She turned and left the room to get a ss of lukewarm water. Sitting by the bed, she lightly poked his shoulder." Hey, get up and have some water." Mark scrunched up his brows, but that was all. She then poked him again, harder this time. Instantaneously, he woke up, but his eyes were halflidded, and they looked slightly bloodshot. However, they were still a pair of mesmerizing yet bottomless dark orbs that seemed to stare into her soul. She felt uneasy about being peered at so intensely. Shifting her eyes away, she passed the ss of Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org. water t o him. "Here." When she heard no response, her brows furrowed in confusion, and as she was turning back to look, his arm pinned her down onto the bed with him. Crunch. The ss fell and shattered. Summer was still in shock. Before she could react, she was pulled into a tight hug, and she felt his lips crashing onto hers. Grabbing onto his dress shirt in a weak attempt to stop him, she felt limp. After some time, was her lips freed. When she could finally breathe again, her chest heaved as she took deep breaths. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. Struggling against him, she tried to break free from his tight hold, but it was useless; he did not budge one bit. "Hey, let go!" She said in a low tone while lightly pounding on his chest. The only response she has gotten out of it was his soft snores. ''He fell asleep again...¡¯ Looking at the clock, which read 2 a m. and feeling nothing but helpless and frustrated, she surrendered herself to sleep against his warm and toned chest. The only source of sound in the quiet bedroom was from their steady breaths and light snores. Momentarily, Mark shifted slightly and pulled the woman in his arms closer. Burying his head in her neck, he took in her calming sweet scent, and contently, he mumbled, "Baine..." His usual deep and hoarse voice and cold tone were reced-they turned so loving and gentle. It was a shame that the unknowing woman in his arms was fast asleep. The next day. When Summer awoke, his chiseled face was the first thing she saw. Mark was already awake. Leaning sideways, he looked lean and toned. He plopped an arm up to support his head, and a few strands of his hair were pressed on his forehead. His eyes still looked slightly bloodshot, and some stubbles were showing on his chin. His ck dress shirt was ruffled from the sleep, and it looked messy but it added to his charm. He was seemingly half-awake as he was staring at her quietly with half-lidded eyes. From his eyes, she could not decipher what were his thoughts at that moment. Chapter 32 Chapter 32 She coughed lightly to snap back into reality and exined, "I did not intend to sleep here; you didn¡¯t let go of me." Recollecting himself and keeping his emotions from showing, his lips slightly tilted upwards and said," Where do you intend to sleep, if not here?" Summer was speechless. He continued to press on, "Shouldn''t we sleep together? We are married after all." She wetted her lips and felt nervous as she could note up with a logical excuse. "I thought it would probably cause inconvenience for you," she answered. His brows raised at her answer, "Are you really worried about me? Or is it you who would feel uneasy?" ''Always so straightforward and direct, this man,'' she thought to herself. "I tend to toss and turn when I sleep and I''m not used to having someone sleeping next to me," she said, feeling defeated. Acting like the bigger-person, he replied, "I don''t mind if you turn andnd on me. Plus, you''ll be used to it soon when we sleep together more." Hearing so, she grumbled under her breath, "Such a waste it is for him to have such a talent, He should be awyer." He sat up with a push from his arms and his toned chest peeped out from his dress shirt, "Thanks for thepliment." Cheeks reddened, she shifted her gaze away, and right on cue, her phone rang. It was Daisy Scott. "Hey, mom," she answered the call and stood by the window. She ended the call and found Mark watching her intently. "Are mom and dad back?" he asked. ''Mom and dad?'' Startled, she was wondering who he was referring to.'' Oh, my mom and dad. It feels weird having him to say that,¡¯ she thought but she nodded as if to answer him. "Since they''re back, let''s visit them now.¡± Summer was surprised to hear, "So soon?" "You still want to hide it from them?" His toned muscles and lines came into view when he got down from bed and swiftly took off his dress shirt and suit pants. "It¡¯s not that, I just don''t know how to tell them yet," she said as she shifted her eyes away. She knows that the truth can¡¯t be concealed for too long, but she''s just worried that they''ll be too overwhelmed with shock and worry. "It doesn''t matter how you tell them. What''s most important is to let them know as soon as we can. Go get ready, we''ll leave right after." Mark went to the washroom right after. ''Of course I know that it''s better to tell them before they find out themselves. I understand that it''s the right thing to do, but the circumstances now are different! There are so many factors to consider.¡¯ Her mind was flooded with thoughts and reasons. ''Thest time they heard from me, I wasn¡¯t even dating anyone, and suddenly I¡¯m married and with child!'' Summer was really worried about how her parents would take the news. The closer they were to her parents'' house, her head started to ache thinking about how she would go through this nightmare. When the car stopped in front of the apartment, she knew this was it. She could not run away anymore. This is from N?velDrama.Org. Taking deep breaths, she tried to calm herself down and prepare herself mentally as she got down the car. She looked at him questioningly when she noticed that he did not make any motion of getting down the car with her. He was staring straight ahead at something in the driver''s seat while lightly knocking the steering wheel with his knuckles. "Aren''t youing?¡± She asked while thinking, ''He insisted oning here but now he isn¡¯ting along?¡¯ "Just a moment more,¡± he answered. She did not understand why or what they had to wait for. Approximately after 20 minutes, Billy from the night before got down from a ck car, and it seemed like h e was carrying two huge gift boxes towards them. Before Mark and Summer went in the elevator, Billy passed the gift boxes over to them, "Mr. Valentine, here are the gifts you requested before.¡± Chapter 33 Chapter 33 "Thanks," said Mark, taking over the gift boxes. She stared at him in astonishment. Never did she expect for him to be so mindful of her parents; she couldn¡¯t help but feel moved. When the couple walked in, Daisy and Solomon were setting up the table. They were stunned to see a gorgeous looking man dressed in a dark cashmere coat next to their daughter. Solomon was the first to break the silence, "Summer, introduce your friend to us." Feeling nervous, she bit down on her lip thinking of the most appropriate way to exin. Mark stepped forward to stand close to her and snaked his arm around her. Surprised by his actions, she lifted her head to meet his eyes. However, he was looking ahead at her parents. He gave a small smile and greeted them. Upon seeing the intimate gesture, Daisy and Solomon knew something was up. Both of them looked at each other and thought of the same thing, ''Since when did Summer start dating?" Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org. Solomon winked and signalled Daisy to say something. Putting down the cutleries and tes and wanting to confirm the obvious, "I assume you¡¯re Summer''s boyfriend?" "Actually, Mrs- Mom, Summer and I have already been wedded, and she is one month pregnant now," Mark stated in a polite yet graceful manner portraying his grace and charm. Summer, on the other hand, was freaking out especially when he announced her pregnancy. It was truly nerve-wrecking for her, and she felt herself stiffening up more by the minute. ''Married and pregnant?!¡¯ Gaping at them, Solomon stood there aghast. Daisy too, did not take the news well. She felt faint and had to lean against the table for support. Feeling out of breath, she asked weakly, ¡°Tell me! Is what he said true?" She couldn''t believe the little girl who she watched and took care of, her baby girl who never even had a boyfriend, was now married and even pregnant! ''What mother am I when I don''t even know what happened to my daughter?'' she thought. Summer knew that she had to face them now, there was no turning back now. Gritting her teeth, she gave up trying to think of an excuse; she nodded, "Yes mom, what he said is the truth." Furious, Daisy hit her chest with her fist. "What is going on! Exin everything to me now!" she yelled, pointing at her daughter. Mark furrowed his brows. Just as he wanted to speak, he felt something soft and smooth to the touch against his palm. It was Summer sping their hands together. Hisrge, coarse and warm hand in her pale, soft and cold one. He raised his brows at her actions then narrowed his eyes and watched her curiously. His alluring gaze carried hints of interest. Without sparing him a nce, Summer took a few steps forward and looked right at her mom. She put on a serious and stern look, and said, "Mom, everyone is bound to do something crazy in their lives. It could be for something or someone, or for anything really. And all my life, I have listened and obeyed everything you told me, but this is the only time that I am acting out, and I do not regret it one bit!" Daisy was shocked to hear her daughter''s outburst but somehow; she did not feel agitated. Calmly, she looked at her daughter and asked, "Do you know what you¡¯re saying right now?" "I do!" answered Summer sternly. "Come with me," was all Daisy said to her daughter as she walked towards the room. In the room. Appearing calm, Daisy sat on the couch and asked," Have you met his parents yet?" "Yes, I have," Summer lied. Quietly observing her mom''s expressions, she felt more at ease when she realized her mom seemed to have calmed down. "Why didn''t you let mom and dad know when you got married?" She choked and coughed out a bit before answering in a sweet and gentle manner, "I was worried you wouldn¡¯t allow it." Chapter 34 Chapter 34 Looking at her daughter, Daisy thought of something important, "What about the wedding? Are you not ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org . having one?" "The doctor said the first trimesters are the most crucial. So, to prevent anything from happening to the baby, we''ve decided to have it after he''s born." Feeling bold, Summer pulled Daisy into a big hug and snuggled, "Mom, don''t be mad at me anymore, okay?" Daisy held and patted her daughter¡¯s hand, "My daughter''s all grown up now," she sighed, "I took care o f you ever since you were a small baby, and you''ve always told me everything. Getting married is one of the most important events in one''s life and you hid it from me! Don¡¯t I deserve to be angry?" "Yes, mom, of course you do. Why don''t you give me a few smacks as punishment to cheer up?" Just as she did when she was a child, she giggled and turned around. With her back facing her mom, she arched up her lower back. Seeing her do so, Daisyughed and held her hand," Since you have already decided to do so, I won''t overstep any further. I am fine with anything as long a s you are doing good." Summer''s eyes watered and she pulled her mom in a tight embrace, "Thanks, mom." She knew that her parents were the only ones in the world who would love her so greatly and selflessly. After chatting for a moment, they went out of the room and saw Mark and Solomon ying chess. Summer felt that it was a weird sight to see and shifted her eyes away. Daisy felt so too. The couple left after everyone had lunch together. Daisy stood by the window and watched until the ck and luxurious looking car drove away. Meanwhile, Solomon was carefully cradling a bottle of wine in his arms, "What a wonderful surprise! This is the Cabe Sauvignon from the Screaming Eagle! It costs a fortune!¡± Daisy turned around and red at him, "So what if he gave us expensive wine?!¡± Smiling, he passed her the other gift box, "Here, this beautiful cashmere cardigan is for you. Try it on." "Aren''t you worried of your daughter at all? That man i s from that powerful Valentine family. Will our little girl be alright over there?" "From the looks of it, Mr. Valentine looked well-mannered and was quite humble as well. His family must have taught him well. I''m sure they would treat Summer fairly as well." Solomon''s focus went back to the precious wine he received, "Let me go get some wine sses for us to try this baby." In the car. Seated in the passenger seat, Summer nkly stared outside the window while her thoughts were somewhere else. Even though she has managed to cover up the real truth with a white lie, she did not feel entirely relieved. There was still something bugging her. A familiar tune rang from the phone. Mark picked it u p, and his usual stoic expression shifted slightly after the short call. Immediately, he stepped on the brake and made a turn to the other direction. Noticing the change of his expressions, she curiously asked, "Where are we heading to?" "Valentine mansion," was all he told her. Surprised, she instantly sat up straight, "Didn''t you say we were only visiting tomorrow? I haven''t even prepared any gifts." "There¡¯s an emergency," he said as he massaged his temples to relieve the headache that was forming," Just let Billy get what you need." Located on the hillside, the Valentine mansion is surrounded by greenery and an abundance of nature. The air was fresh and the scenery was simply breathtaking. However, only those with wealth and power can afford to stay in an area like that. Chapter 35 Chapter 35 The car drove along the winding road for a while and then stopped. As they reached, they saw Billy''s car arriving as well. H e got down the car and passed Summer two separate gift boxes. Gasping quietly, she was amazed at the efficiency of Billy, ''Secretaries of arge corporatepany sure are on another level huh!'' Mark and Summer went into the mansion one after another, passing by therge and beautifully carved gates. Just as they stepped into the vestibule, they were struck by a fierce and hoarse voice yelling "That little N?velDrama.Org owns all content. p r*ck! How dare he get married behind my back! He''ll get it from me when he''s here!" "Dad, he¡¯s arriving soon, and you can ask him then. Don''t get too worked up, you have to take care." A gentle voice followed after. It was Yvette. Summer thought, ''If she called him ''dad'', that man must be Mark''s grandfather.'' Through the tone and volume of the voice, she could tell that he was not delighted, furious even. Unconsciously, she shivered. "And how would I ''get it'' from you?" Mark asked halfheartedly and casually threw his car keys to the coffee table. Dressed in a military service uniform, the old man with greyish-white hair, Gordon Angelo turned towards him. Gordon red at him angrily andmanded, "Halt!" Ignoring themand, Mark took off his cashmere coat and went ahead to hang it on the coat hanger. However, it was Summer who stood still and straight upon hearing themand. It was out of reflex, and she would probably even bow down if Gordon asked her to. Gordon looked as though he was a disciplinary coach, and being the obedient student she used to be, she just obeyed instinctively. Chuckling lightly, he held out his arm and pulled her slim figure into his embrace. With his brow raised, he said, "You frightened her, grandpa." Feeling him against her, she came back to her senses and realized what she had done. She was so close to him that she could feel the vibrations from him chuckling. Embarrassed, her cheeks reddened, and she lightly stepped on his feet in frustration. Meanwhile, Gordon was quite pleased with Summer¡¯s response. He liked that she listened and obeyed hismand. It was most probably due to his nature of being a soldier. Faint furrows appeared on Yvette''s defined face, she examined Summer from head to toe and spoke up," Mark, who¡¯s this?" Mark shifted his gaze to her. He gently tucked the loose strands away behind her ears and lightly pinched her nose, "You haven''t greeted them yet." Not being used to his unusually affectionate gestures, her heart pounded in her chest. Giving a small lick to her lips, she felt tense when she said, "Hello, mom." "Hey now, don''t you go around calling people ''mom''. I d o not remember having a daughter." Not intending to be friendly with her, Yvette¡¯s tone and words were hostile as she stared at Summer coldly. Such words had made it awkward and humiliating for Summer. "Mom, of course she isn''t addressing you as your birth daughter. Otherwise, what would our baby here address me? Would it be daddy or uncle?" Mark exined as he motioned to her stomach. Astonishment was etched on Yvette¡¯s defined face," What baby?" Gordon turned to Mark as well. His bushy brows furrowed and with a slightly annoyed tone, he asked," How long has it been?¡± "A month,¡± answered Mark apathetically, but as he shifted his gaze to Summer, his eyes softened, "Are you tired? Do you want to sit and rest for a bit?¡± His dark orbs seemed to be filled with so much love and care. They looked so gentle. It was as though she was enveloped in a fairy tale, and if she didn''t know any better, she would have believed that he was truly in love with her. ''What a skilful actor he is,¡¯ she thought. She almost felt lost as she stared into his deep eyes. Shaking her head, she said, "No, it''s alright, I''m not tired.¡± Gaining back her senses and with her usual grace and manner, "Can I talk to you in private for a moment, Miss?" asked Yvette. "Wouldn''t it be better to do so with me there?¡± Mark countered as he looked at his mom. As he remembered something, he continued, "Just to let you know, we have already gotten our marriage certificate yesterday.¡± When Yvette and Gordon heard this, their expression turned dark, and they did not look happy one bit. Chapter 36 Chapter 36 Taking in the changes of their expressions, Summer knew that the good impression she had left on Gordon had faded away by now. She sighed to herself, ''Surely they would make it difficult for me now.¡¯ Suddenly, another hoarse voice rang, "Was everything I heard true?" Walking towards Summer, Jazz looked at her fiercely with his fists clenched. As she turned to face him, he angrily spitted out his question, "Miss Hart, are all of the things my brother said true?¡± Gritting her teeth, "Jazz...," she mumbled. "Miss Hart, have you really gotten married to him?" he yelled at her. Filled with anger, his eyes had gotten redder by the minute. Mark took a step forward and shielded Summer behind him. He narrowed his eyes, and in a deepened tone, he asked his brother, "Is this how you should talk to your sister-inw?" "Sister-inw? Hah!" Snickering sarcastically, Jazz turned on his heel and ran out, leaving the living room. Exasperated, she called out to him, "Jazz, get back here!" Turning a deaf ear to his mother, he left without looking back. Summer mumbled his name under her breath. She felt tempted to chase after him. As she took her first step towards his direction, Mark kept a hold of her and pulled her back. His eyes darkened. While looking at where his brother left, he said "He''s not a child anymore, you don''t have to worry.¡± Feeling uneasy and unconvinced, she mumbled, "But..." He leaned slightly against her and folded his arms. " Tell me, what were you going to tell him if you had caught up to him?" he asked her. She could note up with a reply. She knew that this was reality, and there was nothing else she could say tofort him. Eyes filled with disgust and displeasure; Gordon gave her a cold-eyed stare before turning to leave. Feeling irritated as well, Yvette followed suit. Since there was nothing else she could do with the current situation, she turned on her heel wanting to get away from the awkward tension. Taking her slender figure in, he raised his brows and asked, "Feeling irritated?" "No, I had already expected this to happen," she replied with her back facing him. "It''s good that you know your ce then." 1 "I''m a cautious person after all," she rasped. N?velDrama.Org owns all content. When they arrived home, it was already 10 p.m., and before they could even take a breather, the phone rang. Mark picked it up and upon receiving the call, his chiselled face darkened. Replying with a few hums, he picked up his cashmere coat and prepared to leave once again. "Who called? What''s the matter?" puzzled, Summer asked. "Jazz is missing. I¡¯m going to look for him." "I''ming with you!" she replied hurriedly. Heading straight to the door, he put on his coat without saying anything to refute nor support her to g o along. Taking his silence as a yes, she chased up to him after rushing to her room and retrieving her bag. It snowed heavier that day than usual, as if topensate for the days that didn''t. As it had gotten reallyte and the temperature had gotten lower from all the snow that was falling, cars much less than people were seen on the road. Looking out the window, she worriedly asked, "Where do we start looking?" "If he intended to hide, he definitely wouldn¡¯t go to the ces we know of," he replied lightly. Chapter 37 Chapter 37 There was no doubt to that, but frowning with her brows knitted, she asked, "Then, could you think of any other ce he might have gone?" ¡°Nope,¡± he replied without hesitation. Facing and looking in her eyes for a moment, he spoke up again," Although there might be someone who can find him, someone who he would talk to." She could tell what he was thinking of from the way h e looked at her. Feeling doubtful, she asked, "How are you so sure that he would want to talk to me? What if h e doesn''t?" Lips twitching upwards, his slender fingers knocked lightly on the steering and refuted, "But what if he does?" After thinking about it for a moment, she scornfully said, "Then I''ll do whatever you say, but what about you? What if you were wrong?" His eyes had seemingly lit up. He was happy with her reply. Then, he replied her brashly, "Do you think I could be wrong, Miss Hart?" "Why not?¡± she scoffed while looking away from him. She was annoyed with the look on his face. His confidence adding to his poise, he smirked, "Then, I''ll do as you wish as well," he continued leaning into his seat, "only if I was wrong." Satisfied with his promise, she dialled in Jazz''s number and waited, all done in Mark''s face. After a few rings, the call was connected. It was quiet on the other end. She could only hear Jazz breathing steadily and a soft sound of snow falling. Unexpecting of him to pick up, she was surprised. With the outline of his toned figure showing, she saw Mark sitting rxingly and smiling knowingly from the corner of her eyes. She gritted her teeth. However, she didn''t let her frustration show in her voice. Careful with her tone, she softly asked, "Hey Jazz, where are you now? Would it be fine with you if I went over?" And surprisingly, he agreed. But there was a condition: only she alone could go. Walking towards theke located in the middle of the campus, her gaze fell onto the figure sitting by the bench. It seems that he had been there for quite a while as there was snow dusting his coat and hair. She could not tell what he was thinking of as he was just sitting still and nkly staring ahead. "Jazz," she called out to him softly as she approached closer. This is from N?velDrama.Org. Lifting his head, he stood up and stepped towards her. Fiercely, he pulled her into a tight embrace. bbergasted, she jumped a bit, and when she realised what he was doing, she tried to push him away. As she was doing so, her gaze lingered on a tree not far away. There was someone under the tree. Even though he was just a teenager, Jazz was still a foot taller than her and much stronger than her. "Jazz, could you let go of me please?" Sighing, she stopped struggling and patted off the snow that has fallen on him. He snuggled his freezing face into her neck, drawn to the warmth. His voice was hoarse when he asked," Did youe alone?" Despite feeling slightly nervous and guilty for lying, she nodded. Letting her go, he sat on the bench once again. He was only wearing his uniform which did not provide the warmth he should have. Looking at her once more, his balled his fists and tried to control his tone, "When did you get to know my brother?" Summer sat down next to him and told him the truth," We met on a mutual friend''s wedding." "So, both of you have already known each other when you came over to tutor me?" She nodded. "Why did you marry him?¡± asked Jazz while he watched the snow fall into theke and disappear as they touch the surface. Based on what he understood of his brother, he knew that his brother isn''t one who would rush into marriage. Plus, he was sure that his brother wasn''t over Baine. "I have been pregnant with his child for about a month now...,¡± she exined truthfully as she did not want to hide it from him. Chapter 38 Chapter 38 Hearing her reply, he clenched his fists, and his breathing quickened as his spilled out his rage. With reddened eyes, he asked, "Why did you sleep with him?" Her cheeks heated up from his question, "It was a mistake. Both of us drank at the wedding party, and h e identally stumbled into my room. We were both drunk," she exined. As it was gettingter, it had gotten colder. Despite being out in the cold air for a short while, her cheeks had gotten rosy, and she almost couldn¡¯t feel her hands. Attempting to warm them up, she rubbed them together. Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org. Noticing her do so, he took off his gloves. He carefully put them on for her after pulling her hands over to him, bottling up his pain and despair all the while. Surprised, she wanted to pull away but they wouldn''t budge as his grip was tight. In the dark stood Mark, leaning against the bark of the tree. As he watched their interaction, his bottomless looking eyes darkened further. It didn''t help that he could hear every word of their conversation clearly. Looking at their seemingly intertwined hands, he scoffed sarcastically. Summer realised that the gloves he put on were the ones she knitted for him, ''He''s been using it all this while.¡¯ As she had started toe to realization, she could feel something blossoming in her chest. Still holding onto her hands, Jazz asked, "Was it my brother who proposed?¡¯¡¯ "Yes." "Did he say why he wanted to marry you?" "No, he didn''t nor did I ask," she answered as she felt the increasing warmth from his palms despite wearing so little in the cold. Finally, he let go of her hands and looked in her eyes," Why did you agree then?" "That''s because I wanted the baby to have aplete family, to grow with both of his or her parents." She was a bit frightened from how intensely he stared at her. "You don¡¯t love him, do you?" his stressed face softened, and he looked relieved as he continued to ask. Contemting, her reply was vague, "Such feelings we share areplicated, and it isn¡¯t our call to decide on what happens next or in the future. But more importantly, you can''t throw another tantrum like this again, Jazz. Remember, I''m only your tutor." In the beginning, she thought he was just going through puberty and was just new to having rtively close rtionships with the opposite gender, such as herself. She had not expected for his little crush to develop into what he had now. ''I was careless, I guess. I should''ve been more careful o f his feelings.¡¯ He did not agree with her and refuted, "So what if you were my tutor?¡± Upon hearing that they did not marry for love, he knew that their rtionship wouldn''tst. He believed that once Rainees back, everything would be different. "Jazz, I¡¯m four years older than you." "I believe women age like fine wine and four years isn¡¯t really that much older either." Thinking of a response to shoot him down, she saw her breath as she puffed out, "If you wished, you could get yourself the most expensive wine with the wealth you have. You don''t need wine like me. I am your brother''s wife now, and you have to ept that." Without saying anything else, he chuckled and embraced her while he gave a little peck on her forehead. He didn''t think that she could stay as his brother''s wife for long. Stunned, she just remained in ce. As she wanted to react and tell him off, he had already released her. He turned facing the tree, "I know you''re there. You cane out now, brother." Only then did she realize that he had found out that she didn''t came alone, ''maybe that''s why he asked those questions.¡¯ As she thought of the answers she gave, she felt embarrassed and her cheeks flushed. Patting off some snowkes on his coat, Mark stepped out and walked towards them. His dark coloured cashmere coat still had some snow residue on them but it did not hinder his poise and charm. As his eyesnded on Summer, they turned as cold as the winter engulfing them. They looked dark and had a sh of emotions she could not decipher. Taking this opportunity, Jazz requested to talk to his brother alone. Summer then, moved a few steps away to give them their space. She stood aside. While she couldn''t hear what they were saying, she watched the movements of their lips as they talked. Chapter 39 Chapter 39 "Brother, I hope you would let her go soon if you don''t truly love her," said the younger boy sternly. "As of now, she is my wife, and I don¡¯t think I have to remind you of your ce and what you should or shouldn''t do." Despite sounding nonchnt, Mark''s brows furrowed while solemnity reflected from his eyes. "I will give you my blessing if she''s happy with you, but if I find out you''re not treating her well, you''ll see!" Facing Summer''s direction and watching her for onest time, Jazz told his brother, "I''m going to stay in the school dorms from today onwards. Do me a favour, and let mom know." Since she''s now part of the family, Jazz figured that they would probably bump into each other asionally so to prevent that, he thought it would be best for him to stay in school instead. Starting the car, the ck Land Rover went back on the road. ying with the gloves she was wearing, Summer sighed quietly as she thought of Jazz. From the corner of his eyes, Mark watched her and his face darkened as he saw what was atop of her hands. "How many people have you knitted gloves for?" he asked as something swirled in his orbs. Hearing his voice, she snapped back and looked at him puzzled. She swiftly replied, "Just for the both of you.¡± But what she didn¡¯t tell him was that the gloves she gave him were actually meant for her dad. He felt his lips twitch up into a smile and turned to face her while teasing her, "So how do you feel about meeting up with another man who had feelings for you with your husband watching?" Feeling tired from the events of the day, she took a small yawn and red at him. "You don¡¯t have to tease me. Weren''t you the one who made me call and go to him even though you knew of his feelings?¡± With her cheeks flushed and the small sleepy voice she spoke with, she looked like a cute yet feeble kitten, and her pale and prominent corbone peeking out made her all the more endearing. Like a hunter spotting his prey, his eyes were sharp as he took in her appearance. Pulling her into his chest, his lips pursed and his face inched closer to hers. Instinctively, she turned her face away. But he kept her head in ce as he ced his hand o n the back of her head. His voice was deep when he said, "I believe you''ll have to do what I say now, yes?" She froze when she remembered the deal they made previously. Frustrated, she knew he purposely set her up. "Seeing as we''re married, don''t you think ''Miss Hart'' is too formal? If anything, it should be Mrs Valentine now. Don''t you think?" He said as he tucked her hair behind her ears. Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org. ''Who knew he could act so improper when he always had such a graceful and polite demeanour?¡¯ she mumbled to herself. "Improper? Tell me how am I being improper right now?" he pressed on as he heard her soft mumbles. His voice was deep and he seemed to smile lightly with his eyes as he parked the car swiftly in the garage. "Mrs Valentine, don''t you want to call me ''Hubby'' for a change, hmm?" "No! Get lost!" The next day. She was rudely woken up by the chimes from the doorbell. Drowsily, she lifted her body and sat up. She quickly noticed that she was alone in the room. The man who slept beside her had left already. The events of the nights prior came back to her, and she bit her lip while covering her face in embarrassment and wondered, ''What is wrong with m e?¡¯ The doorbell rang again. ''It''s only 7 a.m.! Who could it be at this hour?'' After taking deep breaths to calm herself down, she went to get changed and dragged herself to answer the door. Wearing a coat made of mink fur and carrying a luxurious purple tasselled purse, Yvette appeared before her looking dazzling andvish. Chapter 40 Chapter 40 Stunned for a moment, she greeted her as she regained her senses, "Hi, mom." Yvette furrowed her brows as she heard the greeting. I t made her feel uneasy as she did not like what she used to address her. Taking in her appearance and clothing, "You just got u p?" Embarrassed, Summer quickly tucked in the loose strands behind her ears and murmured, "Yes," while nodding. Throwing her a few nces, Yvette did not say anything else other than noting the time, "It''s 7:30 a.m. Summer knew what Yvette was implying to, but didn¡¯t dare to say anything further. Walking past her, Yvette looked around the living room and sat on the couch, "Where is Mark?" "He had already left for work," she replied while getting her a ss of water. "Isn''t there any coffee?" Yvette questioned as she watched Summer. Putting the cup down, Summer looked around and said, "Sorry mom, there''s only wine and alcohol here." "It''s fine then," Yvette said and leaned in her seat. "I actually came to tell you something." Summer wondered what the news could be about. "It''s almost the new year¡¯s in a few days, and I want both of you to move into the Valentine mansion," stated Yvette. ''Moving into the Valentine mansion?!¡¯ Summer gasped to herself. She could not believe her ears. She could hear her heart pounding anxiously as she felt uneasy with the news. She knew grandpa Gordon did not fancy her, and this woman who was only her mother-inw on paper N?velDrama.Org owns all content. would not go easy on her if they were to live together i n the Valentine mansion. ''How would I survive?'' she pondered. As much as she wanted to, she could not turn Yvette down directly. So, instead, she tried to go around it," Mom, I think it''s best if I discuss it with Mark firstter when hees home." No clear answer was given. She thought it was best to let Mark decide and take the me if anything happened, ''It wouldn''t be a big deal for him, anyways.'' Dissatisfied with her decision, Yvette barked, "What d o you mean by that? Do you not want to live with me?" Panicked, she said, "No! That¡¯s not what I meant, mom!" "If that''s not the case, then I take it that you have agreed with moving in. Quickly pack your things, and I''ll inform the driver to pick you up in the afternoon,¡± she eximed while piercing at Summer with her eyes. "Mom, I still think we have to let Mark know about this. I''ll give him a call and-" Before Summer could finish her sentence, Yvette was standing in front of her, "I''ll phone him and tell him instead. You can go pack." Without leaving any room for discussion, Yvette turned and left the house. After sending her off, Summer felt distressed, thinking, ''This mother-inw sure is hard to deal with! I As ordered, she packed some of their belongings and moved into the Valentine mansion. As soon as she was there, she felt surrounded by gloom. So, after getting herself together, she decided to head back to school to visit her students and help overlook their exams as she remembered that it was thest day of their final year examination. By afternoon, all the papers were done, and since she did not have to grade the papers, she was done for the day as well. ''The winter break will be starting tomorrow huh,'' she noted to herself. As she was tidying up her desk in the office, Nancy came over, "Hey girl, let''s go shopping together afterwards! They¡¯re having a big sale now at the mall." "Yeah, let''s-wait no, I can¡¯t. I''m sorry,¡± Summer answered. While she wanted to hang out with Nancy, she thought of how displeased Yvette would be, so she turned the invitation down. Without prying, Nancy soon left by herself. Summer sighed when she saw the Valentine family car waiting for her as she was leaving the campus. Feeling defeated, she went over and got in. Chapter 41 Chapter 41 As she entered the living room, Summer saw Gordon attentively reading the newspaper as he sat on N?velDrama.Org owns all content. the leather recliner sofa. With his serious-looking appearance, the military service uniform he was dressed in has made Gordon look especially stern and solemn. She greeted him as she bit her lower lip, "Hello, grandfather." Without even batting an eye at her, he continued to flip through the newspaper as if he had not heard her at all. Summer was not too bothered by his response as she had already seen iting. With her defined features, Yvette gave out a sophisticated vibe as she was brewing her afternoon coffee. Summer greeted her as well, "Hello, mom." "Oh. You¡¯re back." Unlike Gordon, Yvette responded and continued to say, "The maids had already tidied u p your room. She''ll guide you there in a moment." A soft but high-pitched voice rang through, "So this is big brother''s wife. Right, auntie?" A slender figure dressedvishly in ck appeared before Summer. Taking Summer''s appearances in, she looked at her from head to toe. Furrowing her brows, Lily Marsh said in a hostile tone, "This is what big brother fell in love with? She doesn''t look any special." "Lily! How could you?" Yvette scolded lightly and turned to Summer, "Please, don¡¯t mind Lily. She means no harm; she¡¯s just used to speaking very directly, you see. Try to bear with her, alright?" ncing at Lily, Summer gave a light smile, "Yes, mom. I will," then, with slight sarcasm in her voice, she continued, "How could I not, especially to such a cute and truthful girl she is." Looking haughty as she heard Summer¡¯s reply, Lily did not sense the sarcasm and thought that Summer thought she was much inferior than her to deserving o f Mark too. ''So what if they¡¯re married? I will break them up!'' Lily thought. Hearing their brief interaction and feeling cautious, Yvette stopped her actions momentarily as she poured her coffee. She then requested for the maid and dismissed Summer off to her room. The room was spacious with big windows showing a wonderful view of greenery. With leaves and snow falling simultaneously, it looked simply pleasing. However, it did not matter to Summer as she was not i n the mood to admire the beautiful scenery. To her, moving and living in the Valentine mansion only meant one thing, suffering. After taking a bath, she sat on the couch and watched some television without changing out of her robe. Hearing footsteps, she turned her head and shifted her gaze to the door. Mark walked in a while, taking off his tie. Focusing on the television again, she continued sitting there without intending to move. Eyebrows raised, he stood in front of her and said with his deep voice, "Mrs. Valentine, I believe it''s your job to undress me.¡± ncing at his hands, she huffed, "Can''t you do it yourself? Your hands are empty anyway." "I¡¯m feeling slightly tired from work, and there''s just too many buttons," he said as he pinched the bridge of his nose with his left hand while pulling her up with his right. Gritting her teeth, she said, "Don''t wear this then if you think it has too many buttons." ''He''s the CEO of a big corporatepany, for God''s sake! Who knew he could have such azy side,¡¯ she thought to herself. He pressed her palm onto his chest. Smirking, he said, "Are you telling me to go out nude? I wouldn¡¯t mind doing, you know." "You know that''s not what I meant!" she lightheartedly scolded him while unbuttoning his shirt. Smiling with his eyes, he watched her. Noticing her hair still being a little wet, he figured she just bathed. She looked alluring as her cheeks were slightly flushed with droplets dripping on her cheeks from some wet strands of her hair. Her defined corbone was peeking out as well from the slightly oversized bathrobe. Unbuttoning his shirt for him, Summer did not notice the lust in his eyes nor felt his body change. Just as he wanted to snake his arms around her waist, they heard a knock, and soon, the door was pushed open. Almost immediately, Lily appeared before them, holding a te of fruits. Chapter 42 Chapter 42 When Lily saw them hugging so intimately against each other, a look of displeasure stered on her face as she red at Summer. Stomping towards them in her three inched heels, she squeezed in between them and forced Summer aside. "Mark, I peeled and prepared these fruits for you. Auntie said you came back, so I brought this up to you.¡± "When did you arrive in Santabaca?" Mark replied after eyeing Summer inquisitively, who was beside him. Lily beamed at him happily as she asked him, "I just arrived today. If you have time tomorrow, could you bring me around Santabaca?" "I can''t. I''ll be busy." As he uttered his reply, he sat on the couch cross-legged and drank some water. Seemingly annoyed, faint furrows appeared in Mark''s brows. ''It''s like I''m not even here.'' Summer grunted to herself as she just stood aside, leaning against the wall. ''Why am I here anyway? This is so annoying,'' she thought. "You''re such a bully! I hardly ever visit Santabaca, yet you wouldn''t even spend a few hours with me! I''m telling grandpa on you!¡± Looking serious with her words, Lily whined as she knew Mark would only listen to grandpa Gordon. The reason why Lily could be so bold and forward was that her grandpa and grandpa Gordon had served in the army together, and they were close friends. N?velDrama.Org owns all content. She had also heard that her grandpa had saved grandpa Gordon''s life back in the days. This was also why grandpa Gordon doted on Lily so much ever since she was a child. As if he was her Genie, he would grant all of her wishes to keep her happy, and she knew he would back her up for anything. With eyes reflecting annoyance, his gaze shifted andnded on Summer, who was listening to their ''drama''. Holding the ss filled water to his lips, he said," Summer can go with you then.¡± Hearing her name unexpectantly, she froze. Then, she gritted her teeth as she red at Mark. yfully, he raised his brows as he returned her gaze with a smug smile. Lily obviously did not want the woman who snatched her man to apany her. She wanted Mark! i "But Mark, Summer and I are not that close." Lips curving to a smile, he replied, "You can get to know each other through this chance then. Do you not want to?" "No, that''s not it," Lily answered defeatedly as she gripped the sides of her dress tightly. Having used all her cards, she had no means left to retort anymore. "Then, that''s settled.¡± With his brows still furrowed, he took a few sips of water. There was something in the room that made him feel uneasy. Summer snapped, "Am I transparent to both of you?" She was angry that he made the decision for her without her consent. She wasn''t going to let him treat her so rudely. He crossed his arms as he leaned on the couch. In a nonchnt tone, he asked, "Isn''t it the winter break already?" "Yes, but that doesn¡¯t mean that I would be free. I could have ns, you know." She argued. "Oh? You have ns?" he asked while feigning curiosity. She nodded. She really did not want to spend any time with Lily. "Fine then. We''ll discuss this again once you have sorted out your ns," he swiftly answered. Summer was rendered speechless. Chapter 43 Chapter 43 Lily spoke up again, "Do you not want to apany m e around Santabaca?" "No, of course, I want to. It would be an honor to apany my adorable sister-inw," Summer said i n a friendly tone; however, her smile did not meet her eyes. ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org . Lily scoffed, ''Sister-inw? How ridiculous of her to call me that!'' Chuckling mirthlessly to herself, Lily left the room after. Summer shifted her gaze back to Mark, who was sitting on the couch, and mocked him, "What a kind and loving brother you were." His lips twitched upwards as he looked at her momentarily before saying, "The way you said that sounded so lovely, Mrs. Valentine. Dopliment me again." Summer was rendered speechless. The next day. She was the only one left in the room when she awoke. Just as she was heading to get some breakfast after washing her face, Lily stomped towards her, demanding her apany to go around town. With Gordon and Yvette in the room, Summer could not turn Lily down, so she agreed defeatedly and went out with Lily after grabbing her down jacket. Lily was ready to make things difficult for Summer. She knew Summer hadn''t had any breakfast, yet she dragged her around from morning to noon as she shopped for various luxury brands. Stomach growling and feeling hungrier by the minute, Summer quickly went to a KFC nearby and got herself a burger when Lily was at the fitting room. Unconcerned about others around her, she casually ate her burger in the store. As a result, the staff there threw funny nces at her. Lily felt extremely embarrassed for Summer and stormed out of the store. She thought, ''How can one be so disgraceful in public!'' Taking her own sweet time, Summer ate her burger slowly. She had even ordered a bowl of noodles as they stopped by a food court. Frustrated, Lily sat across Summer and waited. ''No one has ever brought me to such a boisterous ce, and now thanks to Summer, I am stuck in this disgusting food court!'' Lilyined in her head. She swore to herself that if it weren''t for wanting to make Summer suffer for the day, she would not have stepped into the ce. The bowl of noodles Summer was having was delicious. The broth was thick with vor, and the noodles were springy. As she was eating, her phone rang. Checking the caller ID, she smiled as she picked up the call. It was Nancy. "I''m shopping around South Lane. Do you want to join me?" "Sure. I was nning to get some new clothes as well. Give me a few minutes, and I''ll meet you there!" With that, Nancy ended the call. Despite knowing that Summer''s friend wasing, Lily did not intend to leave. On the contrary, she asked with feigned politeness, "Is it alright if I tag along with you and your friend?" What Lily truly had thought at the moment was, ''So what if her friendes by. My n to humiliate her will still go on!'' "Of course, you can!" replied Summer as she gave her a warm smile. Lily''s bad intentions were obvious to Summer. Immediately after Summer''s reply, Lily''s phone rang and answered in a soft and gentle tone, "Hello, auntie. You want me to watch a movie with you in the cinema? Sure! I''ll head over right now." ncing at Summer with the corner of her eyes, she intentionally brought Summer up, "Auntie, Summer is with me right now. Do you want to talk to her for a bit? Oh, it''s fine? Alright then, I''ll let her know." After keeping her phone in her purse, she looked at Summer. Her eyes lit with arrogance, and she looked a s if she was showing off. "Sorry, Summer. Auntie has asked me to watch a movie with her, so I can''t keep youpany anymore. Also, auntie wanted to tell you to be safe while shopping alone." Chapter 44 Chapter 44 Watching Lily leave looking as proud as a peacock, Summer giggled as she thought it was funny. ''She sure is childish,'' Summer thought to herself. About half an hourter, Nancy arrived looking glum and tired with heavy eyebags. She looked as if she did not sleep for a day or two. Feeling worried, Summer furrowed her brows as she asked, "What happened? Why do you look so tired?" As Nancy''s eyes started to water, she sat next to Summer. Holding back her tears, sheined to her best friend, "Howard got arrested for that no-good woman!" "Didn¡¯t you guys talk it out after thest incident?" "Of course, we did! I even asked my friends to introduce him to other women, but nothing worked. A s though he was brainwashed by that woman, he just wouldn''t snap out of it!" Nancy felt furious and exhausted of Howard, but she could not change the fact that Howard is a little brother. She had to help him somehow. "Summer, aren''t you close with Mr. Valentine? Please help me talk to him. Maybe he knows more about how Howard is doing now." Hearing her best friend''s distressed plead, Summer felt upset as well. "We''ve only met a few times. We¡¯re not that close," she said softly. Since everything that had happened was too rushed, Summer had not prepared herself to tell Nancy the truth yet. She needed a bit more time before letting her know. Plus, if she were to tell Nancy that they were married, but Mark wouldn''t agree to help her, it would be even moreplicated and awkward then. Summer didn''t want things to end that way, so she decided it¡¯d be best to talk to Mark when they''re both home. For her dear friend, she would even beg for his help. "I remember Mr. Valentine had answered your call that day. Please, Summer. You¡¯re the only one who can help me. I can''t think of anyone else who could." Nancy looked extremely upset, and her voice was hoarse. Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org. Sighing, Summerforted Nancy while patting her back. She fished out her phone andforted, "I''ll try and ask him. Don¡¯t worry." She waited for the call to go through, but it soon went straight to voicemail. Summer nced over to Nancy and saw her eyes lit with hope. Filled with determination to help her friend, she gritted her teeth and redialed his number. The call went through the second time. Her face lit up with joy, and with quivering lips, she said, "Hey, there''s something I want to talk to you about." "I can''t talk right now. I''m engaged with something. Bye," his usual deep voice and blunt words sounded through the phone. ''Engaged with something?'' she thought. She raised her brows as she did not expect him to hang up on her so quickly. Thinking to herself, ''I have thought he would not agree to help, but that was just s o unexpected.'' Biting her lip, she turned facing Nancy and exined, "He seems busy now." The hope in Nancy''s eyes seemed to go off in a sh. Her voice sounded forced as she replied, "It''s okay. Seeing as you guys aren''t that close, there''s no reason for him to help us out all the time." Summer''s heart broke a little after hearing her friend''s words. "Stay here, okay. I¡¯ll go get you some coffee," she told Nancy. She decided when both Mark and she are home; she would discuss the matter with him seriously. Nodding to Summer, Nancy watched her leave. She looked around half-heartedly, and suddenly, she spotted a fancy ck limousine. She was stunned. ''VAL 1-That''s Mr. Valentine¡¯s car te number, isn''t i t?'' Nancy thought. She watched as a tall and toned figure stepped out of the car, and she realized it indeed was Mark. Dressed in a fine suit with a ck coat on top, he looked dashing and handsome. His defined face and his charms had made people''s heads turn to admire him. In his right hand was his phone, and he looked as if h e was on the phone with someone. Just as his eyes spotted Nancy, he walked towards her. Watching as he was getting closer, Nancy felt breathless as she could not believe what was happening, but she was even more overwhelmed with joy. ''He is seriously walking towards me!¡¯ she gasped. Chapter 45 Chapter 45 "Hello, Ms. Atkinson," greeted Mark as he tucked his phone away. Rushing to stand, "Hello there, Mr. Valentine," Nancy responded with her cheeks slightly flushed. "Where¡¯s Summer?" Nancy was stunned to hear him calling Summer by her first name, ¡®Since when were they on a first name basis?'' "She went to get coffee," Nancy replied. What she had heard made her extremely curious, so gathering up the courage, she asked him, "Is it fine for me to say that you seem close with Summer?" "Yes. We are indeed very familiar with one another," with his eyebrows raised, his lips moved again as he continued, "In fact, we''re married." Nancy''s expression turned tense as her face darkened. Feeling as if there were thousands of needles pricking on her heart, making her bleed uncontrobly, she felt out of breath. As she thought of Summer''s reply saying she wasn''t close with Mr. Valentine, she felt furious. She clenched her hands tightly to the point that the print o f her nails remained on her palms. Just as Nancy was thinking about how Summer could be having fun watching her fall into despair, Summer came back holding two cups of coffee in her hands. Noticing Mark there, she froze as she felt surprised. Then, she asked, "What brings you here?" She immediately eyed Nancy warily and thought, ''Oh n o. Has she found out about the truth of Mark and me?'' Nancy noticed her nces, and while repressing her pain and the betrayal she felt, she forced herself ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org . to say, "My dear Summer, why didn''t you share this good news with me? I could''ve celebrated with you." Upon hearing this, Summer knew that Nancy had found out, and it was apparent to her that Mark was the one who had told her. Examining Nancy''s expressions, Summer thought she didn''t look too shocked or hurt from the news, ''Thank god she seems fine.'' And knowing that her friend was okay, she felt a little less worried. Holding Nancy¡¯s hand, Summer looked sincere and apologetic as she told her, "I''m sorry, Nancy. I didn''t mean to hide it from you. There were someplications." Nancy scoffed in her head, ''Complications? Whatplications could she possibly have when she gets t o be married to a man like Mr. Valentine? Is she trying to mock me?¡¯ Despite feeling otherwise, Nancy still stered on a forgiving smile. "Silly you, there''s no need to apologize at all. Congrattions, and you have my blessing. I''m sure there''s an emergency, seeing as he came all the way here for you. Go to him.¡± After shooting Nancy a relieved smile, she turned towards Mark. He was watching her with a slight yful gaze in his eyes. With his lips curving to a smirk, he teased, "I¡¯m also curious to know what were theplications you''ve mentioned just now. Do enlighten me." Gritting her teeth, Summer red at him as she knew he was teasing her on purpose to get on her nerves. "Billy and Sherman just came back from their honeymoon, and they want to meet up with us." Mark replied without teasing her further. As his eyes swept over Nancy, he politely invited, "Ms. Atkinson, you shoulde along as well." Nancy bit her lip as she hesitated, "Would it be an inconvenience, though?" "It''s fine. It''s just a simple meet-up anyways. Let''s go," Summer said as she held Nancy''s hand in hers and led her to the car. The meet up was held at Club Nightshade. Billy and Sherman were rxing on the couch while Charlie and Grace were ying billiards in a private suite at the club. The one who garnered the most attention in the room was Grace, as she was wearing a tight bodycon dress and four inched heels. Tsking, Sherman snickered, "Have you seen yourself with that outfit? You look as if you''re insatiable and just asking for it." Without saying anything else, Grace just sneered at Sherman''sment. Charlie''s brows raised, and he looked as if he had something to say. Chapter 46 Chapter 46 Watching Charlie''s expression, Grace scoffed, "I''ll gouge your eyes out if you don¡¯t stop looking at me that way!" Right after, Mark stepped in, followed by Summer who walked behind him. "The stars of the day have finally arrived! We truly shouldn''t judge a book by its cover. Who could have ever thought innocent-looking Summer was so wild behind our backs!" Referring to the night of the ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org . incident before, Grace mocked Summer as she faced her. Since she did not dare to mock Mr. Valentine, she could only tease and make fun of Summer. "You better zip it, Grace! You¡¯ve said enough!¡± scolded Summer lightly as she felt embarrassed. "I don''t get what you meant by that. All I know is I wasn¡¯t invited to a wedding I was supposed to attend, s o you have topensate me somehow. As your punishment for not letting us know about the marriage, how about you kiss Mr. Valentine in front of us for 2 minutes? Starting now!" Summer felt her head throb and told her off, "Stop fooling around!" "Stop fooling around? Do you think that''s possible for me?" Grace bickered yfully. Raising her brows, she continued, "Don¡¯t you think that it''s incredibly hurtful for me as your closest friend to be the Agreeing to what Grace said in her head, Summer could not form her response. Sherman also butted in, "I think so too, so I agree with the punishment!" Signaling Billy, she bumped her shoulder to his. As someone submissive to his wife, Billy nodded immediately, "I agree as well." Charlie raised both of his hands as he said, "Same here." "Great! And that''s four versus two. We win!" said Grace as she snapped her fingers with a smile on her lips. Turning towards Mark, she said, "Mr. Valentine, this punishment isn''t too much, right?" "It''s not at all," Mark replied as he gave a small smile. "Just as I thought, Mr. Valentine is an understanding person. However, I won¡¯t let you two get off the hook b y just French kissing. That¡¯s too boring. How about we have Mr. Valentine feed Summer some of this wine here while kissing?" Setting the timer on her phone, she leisurely twirled the wine ss as she added onto the "punishment". ¡°You will begin now! The longer you stall, the longer you''d have to kiss!" Lips forming a smile, Mark took the ss of wine over and stood in front of Summer and leaned in. Watching as his face inched nearer to hers, her heart pounded erratically. With her hands, she covered his lips and stopped him from getting closer while scolding lightly, "Mark, stop it!" He ducked his face away from her hands and fed her the wine as he kissed her. Through her lips, she felt it flowing over. The group of friends were just watching them while standing around. Grace whistled while Charlie just raised his brows. Sherman and Billy, on the other hand, were discussing amongst themselves how interesting the way they kissed was. Only Nancy alone stared at Summer while gritting her teeth and clenching her fists, i Summer felt blood rushing to her head, and she wanted to turn her head and hide away. However, Mark''s hold on the back of her head was strong, and it kept her in ce. Staring into her eyes, she could feel his hot breath on her numb lips as he said, "Close your eyes." Listening to his deep voice and seeing her reflection i n his eyes, she fell into a daze. Slowly, she shut her eyes as her heart pounded in her chest. At that moment, she could only smell his faint masculine scent and the fragrance of the wine he was feeding her as he devoured her lips. When he finally let go, he announced, "We¡¯re done." However, Grace did not want to let them off that easily, "That was only a minute and a half! You still have 30 seconds. Continue!" Mark raised his brows as he looked at Summer''s flushed cheeks. They were as red as sun-blushed apples. In a gentle tone, he defended, "Her cheeks are burning up already." Upon hearing so, Summer ducked her head as she froze while her heart was beating erratically. Chapter 47 Chapter 47 Meanwhile, feeling furious from what she witnessed, Nancy''s chest heaved. The ''punishment'', however, did not persist as the oh s o powerful, Mr. Valentine had spoken up in Summer''s defense. "Tsk tsk, you sure are protective of her!" Grace sighed a s she could not stand the gentleness of his tone. Comining, Billy huffed, "I was rendered exhausted t o the brink of death during your first night! Don''t you think this punishment is too light, Mr. Valentine?" Mark smirked as he replied in a graceful yetzy tone, "What do you propose then?" As he heard the unusual tone, Billy gave a light cough before suggesting, "How about a few rounds of billiards?" Facing Billy, Charlie scoffed lightly and booed at his suggestion. "Why don''t you give it a go? You don''t know what I''ve been through," Billy said defiantly. As he did not want to end up like Billy, Charlie gave a simple excuse, "Before I get married and had my first night, I''ll pass for now." This is from N?velDrama.Org. Billy rolled his eyes in yful annoyance at him. Later, Mark, Charlie and Billy were ying billiards while the women were chatting on the couch. Mark stepped out of the suite after a while. Lifting his head to look at his friend, Billy asked," Where are you going?" "To the washroom." Mark''s voice lingered as he left. Nancy''s eyes had a glint of emotions as she noticed Mark leave. Then, she turned to Summer and said," Summer, I¡¯ll head to the washroom for a bit." Leaving enough distance to not get caught, Nancy quietly followed behind Mark. She stood behind a pot of nts while waiting for Mark in front of the washroom. At the same time, thoughts flooded her mind, ''I used to think Summer was my closest friend.'' ''But not anymore,'' Nancy grimly thought. Nancy was deeply hurt and upset at Summer for keeping the truth from her for so long. She hadn''t had a good night''s sleep for such a long time because of her brother''s incident. She thought to herself, ''Even though I had desperately begged Summer, she didn''t even seem like she wanted to help me.¡¯ ''She had already been married to Mr. Valentine, yet when I asked, she said she isn''t close with him and had only met him for a few times.'' ''If she didn¡¯t want to help, she could¡¯ve told me directly. Why did she have to act stupid and y me like a fool?'' ''There were someplications that forced her to get married, huh?'' ''That¡¯s the most ridiculous thing I''ve ever heard! Truly absurd!¡¯ ''If she didn''t want to help me, does she think I wouldn''t take action myself?'' she scoffed to herself. In the corner of her eyes, she spotted Mark stepping out. She gritted her teeth and clenched her hands. Taking a few deep breaths, she tried to calm her nerves down. Her heart pounded loudly as she watched him walking closer in her direction. With every second ticking, her chest was filled with more and more anxiety and uneasiness. Taking a step towards him, she called out to him in a strained voice, "Hi, Mr. Valentine." As he heard her voice, he took a look at her. With his gaze deep and voice light, he greeted, "Hello, Ms. Atkinson." Despite her mouth feeling dry and her heart pounding erratically, she did not forget her motive of following him here, "Can I ask you for a favor, Mr. Valentine?" "Hmm?" he paused for a moment, then tilted his chin t o motion her to continue. "It¡¯s about my brother. You''ve seen him before at the nightclub. H-he was taken away by Carlos again, and I don¡¯t know if he''s even alive right now. Could you help me to get him released?" She hesitated for a while before she forcibly continued, "If you help me, I will do anything in return." What Nancy said could be considered as her indirect consent of submitting to him. She said it all aloud with her head dropping low as she did not dare to look into his sharp eyes. Chapter 48 Chapter 48 Mark''s gazended on her with his eyes narrowed. His eyes looked deep and bottomless. He shifted his brows slightly but said nothing. His expression gave away nothing at all. Nancy could feel his sharp gaze on her. She felt even more conscious after saying what she did. This is from N?velDrama.Org. She was as taut as a bowstring on the verge of snapping. Neither of them spoke, and it was silent for a moment which made Nancy''s heart feel even tenser. She heard a voice in her head say, ''This is your only chance of getting close to Mr. Valentine. If it slips away, you won''t get another chance again!'' As the picture of her fantasy was getting clearer, she felt more determined as she knew what she had to do. She knew there was no way for her to turn back now, and she had to own up to what she had said and decided. She did not regret it one bit; on the contrary, she felt proud. ''What is there to lose if I could be with this man?'' she thought. After taking a deep breath, she gritted her teeth as she held out her arms and hugged Mark from behind. Her hold on him was tight as her emotions were intense. Compared to the indirect consent she gave him earlier, she hoped that he knew that the hug showed that she was serious. Even though covered with his coat, her cheeks reddened as she could still feel his toned abs underneath. The air around her was filled with only his scent as she was standing so close to him for the first time. She felt as though she was drowning with how desperate and infatuated she was to him. In slight annoyance, Mark narrowed his eyes as he pulled her hands off him. His voice sounded deeper than before. "Seeing as you''re my wife''s friend, Ms. Atkinson, I would naturally help you with this favor." Nancy was ecstatic when she heard him. ''I don''t believe it! He agreed to help! He agreed!'' she cheered i n her head. She felt proud and cocky as she thought she could make Mark help her without Summer''s help. ''Maybe h e does have feelings for me,'' she fantasized. But as she thought of his words again, her expressions froze, and her face went pale. A disappointed look was soon stered on her face. "Seeing as you''re my wife''s friend, Ms. Atkinson, I would naturally help you with this favor," was what he had said. With that, she realized that it was only because she was a friend of his wife that Mark only agreed to help. In an instant, she couldn''t hide embarrassment as her cheeks flushed. ''This must be the most humiliating time yet!'' she thought while keeping her head low, not daring to lift it. Especially not in front of him. "I believe you don''t need to be reminded that you are m y wife''s friend. I will pretend this didn''t happen, and I hope it won''t ever again, Ms. Atkinson." Mark said simply with his tone sounding cold and distant. Without looking back at her, he turned and left with a hinge of coldness in his eyes right after. Nancy was left alone as she stood there. Her cheeks burned as if they were pped harshly. They felt numb and painful. When she returned to the suite, Summer, Sherman, and Grace were busy chatting away, and no one noticed if there was anything off about her. With eyes fuming with envy, she eximed, "Mr. Valentine sure i s manly! How did you even manage tond such a stunner like him?" Sherman eximed in agreement as well, "That''s truly ravishing indeed!" Reminded of the past events, Summer clenched her teeth as she scolded, "I me you for it!" Puzzled, Grace asked, "What did I do?" "On the night of Sherman''s wedding, where did you head to after you left me in the room?" "I went home, of course! But never mind that, most importantly, what happened next?" "What happened next was he had also gotten drunk and went to the wrong room, climbed onto the wrong bed! Ugh, I want to strangle you so badly, Grace!" Summerined as her cheeks reddened while ming Grace in her head. Grace then scoffed and cussed. "How could I have missed such a romantic yet scandalous affair?! Tsk, you sure scored quite a catch!" Chapter 49 Chapter 49 ''Can this woman hear herself? I can¡¯t believe her,¡¯ Summer thought begrudgingly. Meanwhile, Nancy spotted something which made her look in a daze. Her eyes glinted as she was staring at Summer. Nobody could tell what was in Nancy¡¯s head at that moment. As for the women''s conversation, it seemed t o get more vulgar aspared to the men''s conversation. Especially with the presence of Grace, their conversation would only revolve around such topics. Only Nancy has kept silent from the beginning towards the end. Both her expressions and eyes looked glum and dull. Long after, it was gettingte. After receiving a call, Grace picked up her red fur coat from the couch and left immediately. Mark and the gang had entered the room after finishing their game of billiards. Hanging his coat on his arm casually, Billy gracefully pulled Sherman close to him and bade goodbye before leaving. Charlie squinted his eyes and looked around as if he was looking for someone. Mark, who was standing beside him, took a few nces at him with his eyes crinkled slightly. As people were leaving one-by-one, Nancy did not spare a nce at Mark. She was scared of his gaze, or rather, she did not dare to look at him, especially after what happened. "Summer, I still have some matters to attend to, so I''ll leave first!¡± said Nancy hurriedly. Without waiting for Summer to give a reply, she quickly got into a taxi and left. When Summer came back to her senses, the taxi had left without a trace. Furrowing her brows, Summer was worried about Nancy as she seemed off the whole night. She thought Nancy looked as if she had something bugging her, and she assumed it was regarding Nancy''s brother. The ck Land Rover drove in the night as the snow was falling peacefully. Summer hesitated for a moment before speaking up slowly and tentatively, "You¡¯ve met Nancy¡¯s brother before, right?" "Yes," he replied as his eyes shifted to her for a while. With his brows raised, he knew what she was about to say, but he remained silent. "Well, he''s been abducted. Could you help and get him released?" she asked as she held her hands together. Her gazended on him, and she saw him moving his lips as she heard his deep voice say, "I¡¯m a This is from N?velDrama.Org. businessman, and every businessman looks into the profit they can make before deciding on something. S o, what would my reward be, my dear wife?" After pondering, Summer replied in a serious tone, "I would listen to any of your requests as long as it''s within my capability, and also, don''t make any absurd requests!" Before ending her response, she mocked him, "What a skimming businessman you are." In a low pitch, he chuckled after being silent for a few seconds and said, "Well, there are no businessmen who are not skimming." He did not think that what he said was wrong, but Summer felt her eyes twitch at his response. A moment after, Mark spoke up and asked, ¡°Do you and Ms. Atkinson have a close rtionship?" Puzzled as to why he suddenly asked, she replied truthfully, "Yes, we''re really close. Why do you ask?" Just as he was steering to the left and driving into a gas station, his eyes flickered with a certain emotion a s he asked, "How much do you know about her?" She thought about it in a heartbeat and replied, "More than anyone or anything!" He slightly crinkled his eyes, and his thin lips raised into a smirk. Just as an attendant was spotted walking towards them, his eyes darkened as they narrowed. Feeling curious about the change of his expressions, Summer followed his gaze, and she froze at what or who she saw. It was Jazz! With his defined features, he looked dashing, and he seemed like a carefree teenager. As he walked towards them under the snow, he was wearing a staff uniform. He didn''t look his age as the uniform made him look matured and collected like an adult. "Hello there, mister. Do you want it to be filled up full?" Jazz asked. His face looked slightly blue from the freezing air. Chapter 50 Chapter 50 As the window wound down, a familiar face came into view. Jazz was slightly taken aback to see his brother as he greeted, "Hi, Mark." Jazz looked troubled when he saw Summer, and Mark just stared at him in silence. He did not want to greet Summer as her brother-inw. With eyes carefully specting him, Mark knew why Jazz was feeling troubled for, yet he purposefully asked, "Why don¡¯t you greet your sister-inw?" Jazz''s eyes darkened, and without letting them notice, he clenched the fists on his sides as he bit out, "Hello, Summer." Summer still felt uneasy as she greeted him in return. Just as she wanted to speak up again, Mark''s deep voice could be heard as he said, "Exin to me what and why are you here." "Since I felt too bored at home, I''m just fully utilising m y break now and being more productive. By working here, I could also get a break from mom''s constant nagging.¡± Jazz shrugged his shoulders as he exined. With snow falling onto his hair, he looked nonchnt as he stood there grinning. "Anyways, I''ll fill up your tank fully, but you have to pay for yourself, okay, big bro? I don''t want to leave a bad impression on my first day of work." Crinkling his eyes slightly, Mark nced at his brother as he said in a light tone, "Remember, since you''ve made the decision in doing this, you have to take charge and own up for your actions." "I knew you would understand. Thanks for the advice," replied Jazz in a carefree manner while curling his lips into a smirk. Leaning out the window slightly, Mark passed him the money while asking, "Will you being home tonight?" "Nope, maybe after tomorrow. By the way, Mark, I wanted to tell you something-" He thought of continuing but just as his eyes shifted t o Summer, he stopped mid-speech. Mark was lightly knocking against the steering wheel with his knuckles and his brows were drawn together as he asked, "What is it?¡± "N-nothing. You can go now. Drive safe!" Jazz said as h e shook his head and waved them goodbye. Summer blinked questioningly as she watched him. She could feel that he had something to say, but he didn¡¯t because of her presence. ''Am I overthinking?'' Summer thought. Only when he saw their ck Land Rover drive away into the horizon did Jazz tear his gaze away and let out a sigh. Jazz actually wanted to tell Mark that he saw Raine back home as he was sure that his brother did not know about it yet. He was also sure that she hadn''t told him as well. He wanted to give Mark a heads up, but he just couldn¡¯t do it in front of Summer. So, Jazz decided to just let Mark find out himself as he believed that protecting Summer and waiting for her was the only thing he should and could do for now. 6 A.M. in the next morning. The sky was still dim, and Summer was still asleep when the door pounded loudly. As she couldn''t block out the noise, she groggily opened her eyes into slits, and they were met with a set of toned and firmed pectorals. Her gaze shifted downwards, and she realised her legs had wrapped around his muscr waist and clung onto him. In a sh, all her sleep was shaken off, and she felt fully awake. With reddened cheeks, she pulled her legs away. Feeling ashamed, she thought, ''Since when did I start t o shift around in my sleep to have ended up like this?'' Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org. ''Luckily, he¡¯s not awake yet.'' Fixing her pajamas, she walked over to answer the door. Flinging the door open, she met with Gordon who was standing right outside. Surprised, Summer froze for a moment. When she snapped out of her trance, she instinctively stood ramrod straight with her head held high as she greeted, "Good morning, grandpa.¡± Chapter 51 Chapter 51 Gordon came across as somanding that she couldn''t help but react instinctively. "Meet me in the living room in half an hour. Come down with Mark." Gordon''s voice was strong and sonorous. After seeing Summer''s reaction, he turned and left. She breathed a sigh of relief. When she returned to her room, the man in the bed was already awake. He propped himself up on his hand under his chin, lookingzy. He squinted at her, looking a little sleepy, and spoke in a distinctive husky voice, "Good morning, Mrs. Valentine...¡± His chiseled, handsome face was softer and more rxed than usual, looking more alluring under the soft, warm light. Summer''s heart was racing uncontrobly. The moment she saw his bare chest in the air, warm blush rose to her cheeks. She turned sideways, ¡°Grandpa told us to meet him in the living room in half an hour." Then she turned and went to the bathroom. Having washed her face, she started to brush her teeth. Suddenly, the bathroom door was pushed open. The man was naked, with broad shoulders, narrow hips, and well-defined muscles with smooth lines. His body was perfect enough to make a woman blush and her heart race. Summer saw himing, frowned, and then mumbled, "What are you doing in here?" There was still foam in her mouth. "Brushing my teeth..." He stood beside her and looked at her calmly. "What do you think I''m doing here, Mrs. Valentine?" "Will you go out first? I''ll be ready in a minute!" Mark raised an eyebrow with a nonchnt expression on his handsome face. "Two of us can''t fit in the bathroom?" Seeing that he had no intention of going out, Summer did not waste her time and just moved sideways, brushing her teeth even faster. His thin lips curved up. He gazed in satisfaction at her reddened neck and earlobes as if it was a pleasant sight. "You b*stard!" She cursed with her cheeks blushed and quickly left the bathroom. Mark chuckled as his thin lips curved wider. She thought Gordon had something important to announce, but she didn''t expect that he just wanted them to join him for morning workouts. It was 6:40 am, and it was cold and a little dark outside. Gordon was exceptionally gracious to her because she was pregnant. She could jog or walk, but she had to do fourps. Despite wrapping herself up tightly in a down jacket, she could still feel the cold wind sneaking in. Mark, however, only wore a grey tracksuit adding a touch of casualness to his handsome looks. In just a moment, he had Gordon by a wide margin, leaving him far behind. Summer exhaled a cloud of mist while shivering with cold, but Gordon''s nce startled her. Not daring to ck off any longer, she moved quickly. Thus, the trio formed an unusual sight. Mark was leading in the front; Gordon was in the middle; Summer was thest, as sluggish as a snail. She did not run much. After fourps of walk, she felt all hot but refreshed, especially in the fresh air. It N?velDrama.Org owns all content. made her feelfortable As her eyes met the man opposite, she beheld the sight of him running. His long legs strode out powerfully while his arms swung in a graceful arc. Like a lion, he was running vigorously and gracefully. Beneath his jacket, sweat had soaked through his white tank around his neckline. The tank clung to him, making him look sexy as hell. Never had she noticed men could be this hot when they were running. Mark, as if sensing her gaze, turned around. He deliberately nced over her with his narrowed eyes, and the arc widened faintly. Chapter 52 Chapter 52 Summer quickly looked away when their eyes met. The moment she recalled the bathroom scene, she blushed, shaking her head and gritting her teeth. This man''s elegance could put almost everyone to shame, and when he was acting dirty, no one certainly could be his match! The oue was that they had to do workouts every morning from then on. Gordon said this to Summer himself after Mark went t o work. Hearing this, she felt a headache but dared not disobey. Gordon was the one she feared the most in the family because he was intimidating without even trying. At noon, she called Nancy. "Nancy. How''s Howard?¡± "He''s home already." There was no emotion in Nancy''s voice. Summer didn''t mind, but she was a little worried. She talked to Nancy for a while before she hung up. On the other side, Nancy held the phone tightly, and her face looked grim. She pressed the number and called. But no one knows who she called. Meanwhile, Summer could not sit still at the Valentine mansion, so she decided to go home. She gave the driver the location after getting into a taxi. The mobile phone rang before the taxi moved. The phone call was made by the teacher supervisor. The results hade out, so she was asked to sort out a notice to be sent to all students by noon tomorrow. She gave the taxi driver the location, and he made a U-turn and drove in the opposite direction. When she arrived at the office, all the teachers were busy sorting out the results. Seeing Nancy, Summer walked up to her and patted her on the shoulder unexpectedly. N?velDrama.Org owns all content. Thud! Nancy dropped the files to the floor. Apparently, she was startled by the sudden pat. "That startled you? Since when have you be so timid?" Laughing, Summer put her bag on the table and sat down. Nancy looked at her, and the corner of her mouth twitched a little. She then bent down and picked up the files. "Hurry up. We have a lot of work to do today." "All right, let''s get to work!" Nancy did not respond. She just gave Summer a perfunctory smile. Her eyes were focused on her phone as if she was looking at something. Then the silence returned to the office, except for the sound of paper flipping and people breathing. Everyone was so busy that they had to have take-out lunch. One of the teachers stretched and turned on the TV. "Let''s take a break before getting back to work." The teachers turned around, lunch boxes in their hands, watching TV. Suddenly, someone shouted, "Oh, isn''t that Summer? Summer is on TV!" Startled, Nancy turned her head and looked. Summer was amused by their conversation while eating her lunch. She was just someone ordinary. How could she be on TV? However, the next second, she heard the TV host''s voice clearly. "Parents are more concerned about teachers'' moral qualities following the recent sexual assault incident. ording to a newspaper, a female teacher of First Santabaca High School leads an improper and immoral life. She frequents bars, flirts with her superior, and her family is addicted to gambling. It is said that she has sold her body to marry a rich man... These are photos and information from the newspaper Chapter 53 Chapter 53 Summer was utterly surprised to see so many photos o f hers. She didn''t even know when some of them were taken. The first set of photos were taken outside the bar. Tony Frey, the teacher supervisor, held her close and got into the taxi. Her cheeks flushed red, and she snuggled in his arms while his chubby handy at her waist. Her brows furrowed, and her hands clutched the water ss. She never went out with Mr. Frey. The only time they were in the same ce was when all the teachers had dinner together. So, no doubt Tony must have taken advantage of her while she was drunk. The next set of photos showed hering out of the hotel in the early morning, her clothes crumpled, her hair disheveled, and her gait a little awkward. One could easily figure what had happened. Thest video was of Carlos holding her in his arms and groping her at the Club Nightshade. All the teachers in the office looked at Summer with contempt, disgust, and disdain. Never had they expected Summer-who looked so innocent on the outside -to be a slutty b*tch behind them. They felt disgusting! Summer was aware of how the teachers looked at her. However, she knew very well that it would make no difference no matter how much she tried to exin it. All she wanted to know was who had taken the photos and which newspaper the TV host was referring to. Who was targeting her?N?velDrama.Org owns all content. While her thoughts were still wandering, a burst of footsteps hurried in. Smack! Before she could look up, a hard p fell on her cheek, leaving a tingling and burning sensation. And then, rude shrieks and curses followed. "How dare you seduce my husband, you b*tch!¡± All Summer could feel was the numbness on the left side of her face. She looked up, and there stood Mr. Frey¡¯s wife. To avoid further drama, she gritted her teeth swallowed the insult. It was a stout woman in her forties who was so angry that the muscles on her face were quivering. Her eyes were burning with rage, filled with murderous intent against Summer. "I did not seduce Mr. Frey." Summer gently touched the painful side of her face and said it clearly, word by word. "No? You mean my husband seduced you? You look like a decent woman, but who knows how many men have slept with you!¡± Mrs. Frey was so acerbic and caustic that the things she said were intolerable to the ear. "Of course, I know myself well, but I''m afraid you have no idea what kind of person Mr. Frey really is. I feel so sorry for you." She chuckled and said it with a lukewarm attitude. M r. Frey-whose father-inw was the school principal -had a reputation of being perverted and targeting young female teachers. Mrs. Frey must have been kept in the dark. "You will never repent, will you? You are such a shameless b*tch! Get those reporters in." Mrs. Frey''s voice was shrill like a hen, piercing their eardrums. How dare this b*tchugh at her! The reporters immediately rushed in. The next moment, Summer was surrounded by a flood of reporters who had been waiting for a long time. "Is your private life usually that wild, Ms. Hart?" "You are a teacher, and yet your behavior is improper. Do you have the decency to face your students?" "How many men have you slept with, Ms. Hart? Does your husband-who got you pregnant before marriage -know about this?¡± Teachers had be the subject of heated discussion since that child sexual assault. Hence, no reporter would want to miss a headline like this. Chapter 54 Chapter 54 The number of reporters crowding the office was so huge that the teachers in the office did not even have room to stand. But none of the teachers spoke up for Summer either because there were too many reporters present or because they were afraid of offending the principal¡¯s daughter. And third, they did not know Summer well. So they sat on the sidelines to avoid getting themselves into trouble. Summer, who was also pushed back by the crowd, was wobbling unsteadily on her feet. Instinctively, she protected her abdomen with her hands as she feared that anyone would identally hurt her baby. Nancy, standing not far away, saw exactly what Summer was doing. Her white teeth sank deep into her lips. 1 Suddenly, she acted on impulse. Pretending to be unsteady on her feet, she stumbled forward with full force. And so the reporters standing in front of her were shoved forward without warning. As the crowd could not resist the push from behind, Summer was knocked to the ground. Her abdomen even hit right onto the corner of the table hard. A burst of unspeakable pain came from her abdomen. Her face turned pale in pain. She sat there and found herself in such pain that she could not get back to her feet! Even so, the reporters had no intention of stopping. They were still pushing, squeezing, and making noise. The noise filled her head, and she started to feel dizzy. The dizziness and pain were unbearable. It was as if the reporters had gone mad. Some of them even identally stepped on the back of Summer''s hand. Through the gaps in the crowd, Mrs. Frey stared in satisfaction at Summer, who was gasping. She wiggled her fat ass and snorted. ''Serve you right for acting up in front of me, B*tch!¡¯ "Get out of the way!" A deep, cold voice suddenly came in. The voice was so authoritative that all the reporters stopped in their tracks. Looking at the direction of the voice, all of them were stupefied, standing in ce like sculptures. ''H-H-He...Wh-Why is he here?'' Mark in a gray sweater looked a little rushed and tired; his handsome face was covered with frost, his eyes cold and his voice menacing. "All not moving? Do you want me to repeat what I just said?" Mark¡¯s imposing manner was so intimidating that all the reporters did not dare to say anything, let alone looking into his eyes. They just backed away quietly to make way for him. Who in Santabaca would dare offend Mr. Valentine? But what was the rtionship between Summer Hart and Mark Valentine? But who dared to ask? Who dared to beard the lion in his den? Mark strode quickly towards Summer. His thin lipspressed tightly into a straight line. He bent over and held Summer in his arms, very gently. Summer was surprised and shocked to see the familiar and beautiful face of the man. Her hands gripped his sweater. "Mark..." She whispered. N?velDrama.Org owns all content. She thought she was hallucinating, but when she touched the warmth of the sweater, her heart grew warmer and softer. "Yes?" His eyes swept across her cheek. It was swollen and pale. Chapter 55 Chapter 55 Contrary to Summer''s usual soft pink cheeks, the p mark was too much of an eyesore to Mark. Feeling displeased, he suddenly clenched his fist. She looked at him, gave him a faint smile, and then turned to the reporters. "I have every right to hold you ountable for the harm you have done to me today. Just wait and see!" Despite her weak breath, she had a determined look o n her face. She gripped the corner of Mark¡¯s sweater and nced up at him once she finished her words. Gritting her teeth, she said, "My stomach hurts. Hospital..." Smoldering anger shed from Mark''s eyes. Without hesitation, he strode out. When the reporters saw that, they moved their feet, wanting to leave the office. Mr. Valentine was too intimidating. They should leave as quickly as possible. Nevertheless, Mark paused. He turned around and looked back with icy, cold eyes. "Where are you going? We need to talk. From now on, n o one will leave the office...¡± His voice was cold. In the hospital. Summer had been wheeled into the emergency room, and she was still there. Mark leaned his tall body against the wall, looking cold and gloomy. "Mark, how is Ms. Hart... How is Summer now?¡± Jazz rushed to the hospital as soon as he saw the news. He did not even have time to change his work clothes. He looked hurried and worried. In the middle of the conversation, the doctor opened the door of the operating room and came out. He took off his mask and said, "Mr. Valentine..." "How is she?" Mark frowned and stood up immediately. "The patient''s condition is fairly stable. Her lower body is bleeding, but fortunately, the impact is not too serious. She will recover in a few days." "After all," the doctor said, "the patient is pregnant now, so it¡¯s better to be careful." Mark turned to look at Jazz. "You go to the ward first. Take care of your sister-inw..." Jazz nodded and then asked, "Where are you going?" "To take care of something..." He pulled his thin lips; his eyes narrowed slightly. After lying in the hospital bed for some time, Summer¡¯s eyelids moved gently. She slowly opened her eyes. When Jazz saw it, his handsome face lit up with joy. I n his excitement, he held her soft hand tightly in his big hands. ¡°How''s the baby?" She asked anxiously, panting. "The baby is fine. The doctor says you and the baby are all fine. You just need to rest for a few days." After a short pause, he asked with worry, "Do you feel any difort? Should we call a doctor? Where''s the water? Would you like some?" During their time together, he deliberately did not call her Ms. Hart or his sister-inw. Summer was relieved that the thing she had been worried about was finally over. Her tense body could finally rx. She shook her head and coughed ufortably, one after another, dry and hoarse. The next second, Jazz¡¯s big hand was on her back, patting her slowly. He asked her carefully, "Does it hurt?" "I''m fine, Jazz, just a little sore throat. I¡¯m feeling better." As she was speaking, her eyes swept around the ward, but she did not find the man. She could not help feeling a strong sense of disappointment. This is from N?velDrama.Org. Just then, a phone rang. Jazz picked up the phone. It was Yvette. "Jazz, could you reach your brother?" Yvette''s tone did not sound very good. Jazz could tell it, so he frowned with suspicion. "What happened, Mom?¡± "Turn on the TV, and you''ll see. Also, contact your brother and tell him toe home first!" Chapter 56 Chapter 56 Meanwhile, at the Valentine Mansion. Amara was sitting on the couch in the living room as she looked around, admiring the expensive interior and decorations whilemending the Valentine''s wealth in her head. Furrowed brows appeared on Yvette¡¯s defined features as she asked, "I think Summer will be home quitete today. How about I phone you when she¡¯s home?" "It''s alright. I¡¯m free today anyways. I can wait. Do you have coffee?¡± Amara replied as she continued looking around. "Get her a cup of coffee," Yvette did not hide her disgust. Back at the hospital. Jazz felt puzzled as he hung up the call. He then switched the television on to see what was the As Summer felt curious as well, she watched the news with him. She saw Mark in his dark grey coat facing a group of reporters. With grace and poise, he spoke up. "Seeing as she''s mywfully wedded wife, don¡¯t all of you think that the rumors of her seducing those men are utterly ridiculous? To the publishers who reported this, do you guys think that those men are on par with me?" All the reporters were silent as they looked among themselves. Everyone there knew that no woman in Santabaca with the right mind would give up Mr. Valentine and g o for other men. No man could everpare to him. It was impossible. What had shocked the reporters more was hearing that Mr. Valentine was married. They were all curious about one thing: when did he get married? Eventually, a bold reporter had finally asked the million-dor question, "Excuse me, Mr. Valentine. Could you let us know when exactly did you get married and where the wedding was held?¡± Mark furrowed his brows. His unrivaled power and charisma were emitted through his deep and solemn voice as he spoke up. "The press conference regarding my marriage will be held soon without a say. What¡¯s important today is about the rumors, and I will definitely investigate the matter thoroughly and uncover the one who had leaked the pictures and videos!" Right after, the television was switched off. Falling into a daze, Summer was overwhelmed with thoughts and emotions. ''So, this is what it feels like to be protected and assured that everything is going to be okay just N?velDrama.Org owns all content. because there''s someone by your side,'' she thought. But as she reyed what he had said to the reporters i n her mind, she felt her brows twitch in annoyance. "Seeing as she¡¯s mywfully wedded wife, don''t all of you think that the rumours of her seducing those men are utterly ridiculous? To the publishers who reported this, do you guys think that those men are on par with me?" She thought no one other than Mark could have the guts or power to say something so bold that was also undeniable for anyone. Back at the office at school. All of the reporters had stopped recording. Mark turned around and nced solemnly at the reporter closest to him. He demanded, "Show me what you''ve recorded from the beginning." Not daring to say anything, the reporter quietly switched on his camcorder and showed Mark what he shot from them barging into the office onwards. Nancy''s heart pounded in her chest anxiously. She was worried that Mark would find out something unfavorable to her from the recordings. Feeling extremely nervous, she bawled her hands into fists unconsciously as she watched the recording. She thought she was in luck as her actions looked natural and weren''t too obvious. She reassured herself, ''Surely nobody would notice anything off.'' ''Plus, many people were pushing around. Nobody could possibly know who was the one who started it.¡¯ She felt relieved as she watched on. The reporter switched it off after they were done. Mark was quiet when his eyes swept over everyone. H e then got up and walked towards the door. As he passed by Mrs. Frey, he stopped in his tracks. The look in his eyes was cold as he shot daggers at her. She felt as though his gaze had pierced through her. There was almost a pin drop silence in the room. Her previous arrogant demeanor was swept away as she kept her head low, not daring to look into his eyes. She felt her legs wobble and almost fall over after he left with his piercing gaze. Chapter 57 Chapter 57 As Mark entered the ward, Jazz got up from his seat o n the couch and walked over to him, "Hey, mom called and asked you to head home." Summer, lying on the bed, flipped over to face them as she heard Jazz speak up. "Okay," Mark answered nonchntly. He shifted his eyes to Summer, and his gazended on the red patch on her cheek. "I, too, want to head back," she said as she sat up. She figured their parents might be in a big shock and overwhelmed with worry after hearing about the Retracting his gaze on her, Mark asked Jazz, "What did the doctor say?" "He told me to take extra care, but I still can walk about!" She rushed to answer before Jazz could. Getting off the bed carefully, Summer tried to walk as she took small steps forward after Jazz went out of the room to get her discharge procedures done. Mark¡¯s brows furrowed as he watched her. He walked towards her, and she was carried bridal style in his arms. As she stared up at him and gazed at his chiseled features, her feeling of surprise had been reced with butterflies fluttering in her stomach, and she felt her cheeks heating up. Being truthful to her heart, she leaned in his warmth quietly while her lips curled into a soft smile. His gaze shifted downwards as he nced at her. He silently hummed to himself as he realized she was enjoying his warmth. From behind, Jazz watched them, feeling a lump forming in his throat. Shifting his gaze bitterly, he looked away. As they stepped into the Valentine Mansion, Summer froze when she saw Amara on the couch. She knitted her brows and wondered why Amara was there. Meanwhile, Mark was fixated on the gracefuldy who stood behind the couch. His expression changed, and his eyes had a swirl of emotion as he clenched his fists. Upon seeing thedy, Jazz froze as well. He was curious as to when she returned to their mansion. Summer did not notice Mark''s change in expression a s all of her attention was on Amara. In a short while, Mark regained hisposure, and his eyes held their usual coldness. No one could have ever caught the sh of emotions his eyes reflected a while ago. As her gaze shifted past Amara, Summer noticed thedy the brothers were surprised to see. From the looks of her appearance, thedy looked young and was probably in herte twenties. Thedy turned around when she heard footsteps entering the room, and her features had surprised Summer. ''She''s gorgeous! I have never seen such a wless-looking person,'' Summer gasped to herself. She had a small V-shaped face, brows beautifully shaped with rounded arches, clear almond-shaped eyes, and a pair of small plump lips. ck luscious locks framed her face and cascaded down around ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org . her shoulders. She could even y as Aphrodite or any goddess from the ancient mythologies. Even though she was only dressed simply with a ck down jacket, she still radiated elegance and gracefulness. Speaking up, Jazz finally broke the silence, "Aunt Rainie, when did you return?" ''Since aunt Rainie is back, then surely brother would...'' He thought to himself. Summer felt a bit puzzled when Jazz addressed thedy as their aunt. She was shocked as she thought, ''He called her aunt Rainie, so she''s their aunt? How could she be their aunt when she looks so young!'' "Just a bit earlier than you guys. Oh, you must be Summer. Right?" her voice sounded melodic as she replied. It was gentle and graceful. Mark''s well-defined face and dark eyes looked emotionless, and his expression gave away nothing at all. He gazed at Raine as he moved his lips to answer, " Yeah..." With lips curling up into a soft smile, Rained walked towards them and looked at Summer as she Summer was taken aback and didn''t know how to respond. Coughing slightly to ease the awkwardness she felt, she replied, "You look beautiful as well, aunt Raine." It was strange for Summer to address someone so young as her aunt. "That''s really kind of you to say, Summer. Thank you. I''ll be heading back to the kitchen now and check if the food is ready. You guys can sit and chat first." Chapter 58 Chapter 58 With a smile, Raine turned and went to the kitchen. Stepping towards the couch, Mark put Summer down. His eyes narrowed in thought as he went up the stairs while taking off his coat. Both Raine and Mark had acted too casually towards each other, and Jazz could not tell what they truly felt. He cracked his head as he wondered, ''What was truly i n aunt Raine''s thoughts at that moment? What did brother truly feel just now?'' Only when Mark had gone out of her field of vision and entered his room did Amara stop staring at him.'' He is too mesmerizing!'' She thought. In Amara''s eyes, he was charming from head to toe, and one nce was enough to make her swoon and fall for him. In the kitchen. Raine stood in the corner of the kitchen, holding a palm against her chest. Her heart was pounding uncontrobly, and she tried to calm her erratic breathing. It was inevitable. They had finally met after three long years, after all. Unlike how she had reacted before, her heart could not remain calm. "Why are you here?" Summer questioned Amara with a n impatient tone. After the bad experiences she had with Amara, Summer could not tolerate her anymore. "Can''t Ie to visit you? I''m your family, yet I have to find out you have gotten married through the news! D o you even see me as your sister-inw?" The eyeliner on the corners of her eye lifted upwards a s well when Amara rolled her eyes. Feeling envious of Summer, she huffed angrily. Amara scolded in her head, ''What filthy stunt did she pull to havended a marriage with such a powerful man like Mark Valentine?'' Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org. ''Life is just so unfair! I''m much prettier than her!¡¯ In a heartbeat, Summer replied without hesitating," Nope." "You little-" Amara raged furiously as she thought, ''If I didn¡¯t have to ask for a favor, I would have pped this b*tch already!¡¯ "You''re looking down on my kind of people now that you''ve married into a rich family, aren''t you? I guess you''re just like the others who look down on the poor." Summer scoffed as she looked at Amara, "I''m just looking down on you." Amara would have exploded and cussed at summer if i t were other days, but she could only endure and control her rage for now. As if on cue, Raine went over to them and patted Jazz on the shoulder as she asked, "Jazz, could you head up and let them know that dinner is ready?¡± After giving an okay to his aunt, he went up to the rooms. His steps were light and quick. Raine sat next to Summer as she asked in a gentle tone, "Are you feeling better now?" Nodding, Summer replied, "Yeah, I do." As they were having a small chat, some of the Valentine family members hade downstairs. With slightly wet and tousled hair, Mark was dressed i n a ck V-necked sweater matched with grey sweatpants. He looked rxed andfy. Following behind him was Yvette, with her delicate makeup enhancing her features. However, she did not seem too happy. Summer furrowed her brows when Amara did not make any motions to leave and ushered, "Don''t you have some matters to tend to? You should leave." Raine smiled as she spoke up softly, "Since dinner is ready, why don''t you stay and eat with us before leaving?" Amara quickly agreed before shooting a re to Summer, "Sure." As they all sat around the dining table, Yvette spotted Amara in the corners of her eyes. Immediately, Yvette lost her appetite. "Hey mom, where''s grandpa?" Jazz asked after ncing around. "Uncle Marsh had invited him to meet up for a hit," Yvette answered. When her gazended on him, her brows knitted as she continued, "What is that you¡¯re wearing?" Chapter 59 Chapter 59 Jazz froze as he remembered that he was still in his work uniform. With his eyes crinkling, he tried to gloss over her question, "Do I look too attractive to the point that you can''t tear your gaze off me?" "I can see oil stains on your shirt. Go and get changed,¡± Yvette replied without thinking much into it. With a yful smile, Jazz got up from his seat. He winked towards Raine behind Yvette''s back as a signal to Raine, so she would help him hide the truth from his mom. She nodded as she got the message. She waved him off to urge him to get dressed quickly. "Raine, didn''t you say you wereing back home with your fiance?" Yvette asked before taking a few sips of her soup. "He still has to finish up some work before heading here. You''ll get to meet him for sure. I have some pictures of him. Would you like to see them?" Looking at Yvette, Raine raised her head as she replied while filling up the other bowls. "Sure, let''s see them. I''m sure that, for someone who could steal your heart, he must be special and incredibly charming,¡± Yvette smiled as she said. "I wouldn¡¯t say he¡¯s incredibly charming. He''s the same as any regr person-it is not like he has an extra set of eyes or lips." Raine replied as she fished out her phone. The wallpaper on the lock screen of her phone was a man with his arms around her shoulder. They were standing under a big tree. The man''s face was defined and framed with thick brows and bright eyes. His eyes held a certain gentleness. "He looks charming indeed. You always have such a good eye for men. Mark,e look," Yvette said as she purposely passed the phone over to tease his response. Mark looked nonchnt as his gaze fell on the screen. He took a few glimpses before saying, "He''s not bad." "I think so too," Yvette agreed cheerfully. As she thought of something, her expressions then turned solemn. Facing Summer, she questioned her, "What''s going on with today''s news?" Summer, who tried toy low and kept silent all the while, felt stunned when she was cued. "I''ve already started the investigations on that matter," a deep voice spoke up before she could reply. Yvette cast a doubtful nce towards Summer as she heard his reply and said, "I hope what the news reported isn¡¯t the truth." It was clear to Summer that Yvette''s reply was directed to her. Without giving a care to the slightly tense atmosphere, Amara shamelessly asked, "Seeing as it''s getting prettyte, could I spend the night here?" "Don''t you have other urgent matters to tend to?" Gritting her teeth, Summer bit out her words. "Who told you so? It''s snowing, and there are no cabs around here. Can''t I stay for a night?" Hearing Amara''s reasoning to that extent, Yvette had n o other option but to let her stay for the night. She was worried that the rumors-which could harm the Valentine''s name-would spread if they were to turn her down. Yvette would hate it for that to happen to the Valentines, so she quickly ordered the maids to tidy u p a N?velDrama.Org owns all content. guest room. After dinner, Yvette went to her room straight as the others stayed downstairs. She couldn''t bear to see Amara, Summer, and even Raine any longer. During dinner, she tried to see if there was anything off as she observed Mark and Raine, but it seemed that both of them looked fine and calm even. Mark¡¯s expression gave nothing away, and she couldn¡¯t tell what he had in mind despite him being her son. Feeling worried for him, she won''t give up that easily. As Summer was not feeling well, she could only take small steps walking up the stairs to her room and away from Amara, whom she didn''t want to be near. Mark''s eyes narrowed slightly when he saw her, and h e walked towards her and lifted her in a bridal carry just like he did at the hospital. Sitting in the living room, Raine seemed to nce nonchntly at his back as he walked away. Her eyes carried a faint glimpse of sorrow. After bidding goodnight to Amara, Raine too left to her room. Amara was then left alone in the living room. She crossed her legs as she sunk into the sofa while having a cup of coffee and a te of freshly cut fruits i n front of her. Her demeanor was as if she was the owner of that ce. Chapter 60 Chapter 60 In the room. As she sat and rested on her bed, her mind was racing with thoughts of the news reported. When she caught a glimpse of the man on the sofa, her gaze and attention lingered on him. As he was looking through some work documents, the sleeves of his sweater were folded up, showing his toned and muscr arms. His eyes were squinting slightly as he read; he wrote meticulously with a pen i n his left hand. ''We''ve been together for quite some time, but I''ve only noticed that he''s a leftie,'' she thought while admiring him unconsciously. "How long are you going to stare, Mrs. Valentine?¡± He asked as he kept his head down, only lifting his brows. Embarrassed that she was caught red-handed, she gave a slight cough as she changed the topic, "I think there''s something strange regarding what happened today¡ªthe news about me, I mean." "Go on," he replied with a slightly higher pitch, signaling her to continue her spections. "I think this was someone''s set up to defame me, and I have a feeling that person is someone close to me," Summer exined. She believed that a stranger would not harm her out of the blue. Judging from the photos and videos leaked to the press, she was certain that the person who set her up was someone she knew. ''How else could they retrieve those pictures of me?'' She reasoned in her head. Suddenly, she hit her leg as she thought she had it figured out. She guessed, "Could it be Mrs. Frey?" He looked up from reading and into her eyes for a moment before asking, "For what reason?" "Well, it could be because she was furious with me. In the two urrences that she came and visited Mr. Frey at school, she had seen him buying coffee for me coincidentally. So, she probably hired someone to follow me and took those pictures and videos sent to the publishers. After reasoning from everything that has happened before, I think this is the best possible motive of all." With lips curled into a faint smile and as if speaking from experience, Mark replied knowingly," Sometimes, what you think is the most reasonable may not even be any close to the truth." Although he was somewhat indirect, she knew that they were not on the same page. So, she asked, "Then, who do you think could be the culprit?'' "The results from the investigations will be out tomorrow," he simply stated before picking up the pen again. Rolling her eyes at him, she knew that was a sign that he was not going to continue the discussion any further. Shey on the bed, feeling exhausted from a long and rough day. Closing her eyes, she sulkily but softly bid him goodnight. "Good night, Mr. Valentine." Her voice was as soft as a down feather. With his deep voice, he bid as he nced at her willowy figure. After a long while, it was silent with only their soft sounds of breathing in the room. With steady breaths and light snores, Summer was deep asleep on the bed. Putting down his pen, with his slender fingers, Mark pressed on his temples as he lightly massaged them. Following after, he stood up and went to look out the window. The night was dark with snow falling heavily, and every surface the snow touched was coated with white. Just like the night sky, his eyes were dark, and they looked like a pair of bottomless ck pools. Later, he took out a cigarette and lit it up. Smoke wafted around him as it drifted upwards and away. H e looked alluring with his left eye half-squinted from the smoke. "Raine..." After holding it in for so long, he finally muttered her name as it faded away into the dark. His mind felt as if it was shrouded in a dark mist that no one could ever see through and figure out. The next morning. Opening her eyes, Summer turned and grabbed her phone on the nightstand to check the time. It was 7:00 am. The other side of the bed was empty, and it felt cold to the touch. ''He has left for quite a while, I see,¡¯ she thought to herself. N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content. After giving a little stretch, she got up from bed. The pain in her abdomen had subsided, and she felt much betterpared to the day before. Just as she stepped out from the washroom after cleaning up, the door was pushed open, and a man dressed in regr sportswear came into the room. "Good Morning, Mr. Valentine,¡± she greeted as her eyes crinkled into a smile. Chapter 61 Chapter 61 Taking a nce at his wristwatch, faint brow furrows appeared on Mark''s chiseled face. "Good morning, give me five minutes,¡± he said, lifting his head. Immediately right after, he strode to the bathroom. Mark stepped out right on cue in about five minutes, dressing in a wlessly tailored suit that entuated his build and poise. "Let''s go." Startled slightly, Summer asked, "Where to?" "The results are ready today." Mark''s voice deepened when he saw her looking at him in bewilderment. Summer was surprised and thought, ''So soon?¡¯ but it was good news as she could finally get to know who was behind the setup. As the ck Land Rover drove to their destination, she gazed outside, feeling bored. Suddenly, someone familiar by the road caught her eye. She furrowed her brows and asked, "Isn¡¯t that... your aunt?" N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content. Without uttering a word, he shot a nce and narrowed his eyes. Then, the car pulled over at the side of the road. Raine was forced to halt in her tracks, seeing as her path was blocked off. Lifting her head, she smiled and greeted them gently, "Hello there, Summer, Mark.¡± "Where are you heading to?" "The municipal office, I need to get some documents." "Then we¡¯re headed in the same direction. Let''s go together, aunty," Summer insisted as she opened the car door. Raine sat in the back seat, and the journey went on in silence as nobody spoke. They passed by a cafe, and Summer asked to pull over since they did not have breakfast and she got hungry. With a smile, Mark invited Raine, "Surely you haven''t eaten as well, let¡¯s go together." The cafe had a serene ambiance with rxing music ying in the background. It felt cozy and peaceful. Summer had ced quite a few orders: orange juice, baguettes, sd, and a bowl of mashed potatoes. Meanwhile, Raine had gotten a cup of juice and a freshly baked bun. Summer nced over to Mark and saw him having his mushroom soup slowly with grace. ''Having such a big frame but only eating so little,'' she thought to herself. Furrowing her brows, she pushed her te of baguettes to him. Before he could say anything, Raine spoke up, "Mark usually has his baguettes with brie." "Oh, then take this instead." Summer gave him her bowl of mashed potatoes. "He only eats the ones mashed with red potatoes," Raine spoke up again. "What about sd then? It''s just mixed vegetables." "He doesn''t fancy baby carrots..." Upon hearing so, Summer eyed Mark and raised her brows, saying, "How did you end up having such a tall frame when you''re so picky?¡± Chuckling, Raine exined, "It''s nothing unusual. Everyone just has their own preferences." Seemingly as if he was not the topic of the discussion, he took a quick glimpse at the food Summer ordered and knocked on the table with his index finger curled. "Eat quickly," he prompted. "Are we in a rush?" "What makes you ask?" asked Mark with his eyebrow raised to Summer. Never once did he spare a nce to Raine. "Don''t you know that it''s rude to rush someone when they''re eating?" The corner of his lips twitched upwards, and with a hint of curiosity in his tone, he asked, "Oh? I didn''t know. Mind telling me who said so?" Summer actually gave it a thought for a moment, but she couldn''te up with an answer. Embarrassed, her cheeks reddened, and she cleared her throat with a light cough. Then, she quietly finished up her breakfast without saying anything further. Chapter 62 Chapter 62 "You¡¯re an educator, yet you don''t have the answer for the question you''ve asked," pausing, he shifted a bit in his seat and fixed his posture as he continued, "you still have much to learn and improve on, don¡¯t you think so, my wife?" Summer was rendered speechless. ''He called me his wife so publicly...,'' feeling surprised, she thought. Despite feeling a pang of pain, Raine still stered a soft smile on her face. No one except for herself could tell how much her heart hurts at that moment. ''He didn¡¯t even spare me a single nce ever since I''ve returned,'' she thought bitterly. 1 ''And yet they look so happy and blissful interacting with each other.'' After breakfast, Raine had insisted on taking a cab to the municipal office as she had imed that it was not that far away. Since she seemed persistent in going by herself, Summer did not press her to stay any further, and after they bid their farewells, Raine left. She had worn a ck cardigan paired with a long frilly skirt, and it swayed as she walked. As though she came out of a painting, she looked beautiful and divine. Summer admired Raine while watching her walk off, and she thought to herself, ''Never have I seen someone so gorgeous even while they''re just walking.'' ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org . As they drove to their destination, Summer looked around, and the roads seem familiar to her. Feeling something was amiss, she asked Mark, "Why are we heading to my parents'' house?¡± "You will find outter," he simply replied without saying much. Having parked their car, they went ahead to the apartment. Keeping silent, she followed closely behind him as her heart filled with worry and doubt. Passing by the third floor, Mark continued to climb up the stairs to the fourth floor, which left Summer feeling puzzled as her parents'' house was on the third floor. ''We¡¯re going to the fourth floor?'' she thought quizzically. Recollecting that Mark has brought her here to confront the person behind her setup, she then realized there was someone she knew who lived on the fourth floor-her best friend, Nancy. Her heart started to pound as she thought about it. Her footsteps quickened as she caught up to him and grabbed the corners of his shirt. Feeling distressed, she asked, "Are you sure? Do you have proof?" "What do you think?¡± he questioned her. She looked into his eyes and clenched her fists. Then, she walked past him straight to Nancy''s front door. Summer easily pushed the door open as it wasn¡¯t locked. As she stepped into Nancy''s home, she saw her packing her bags and suitcases. With Nancy''s back facing her, she asked, "Where are you going?" Nancy jolted upon hearing her voice. She tried to ease her nerves before turning to face her friend with a look of feigned worry stered on her face. "Why are you here? Are you feeling alright? I was so worried about you that day!" Summer watched Nancy coldly as she spoke and asked, "Were you?" "Of course!" Nancy sounded sincere, but her eyes did not meet Summer''s. Her head hung low as she gave Summer a onceover. When she spotted a familiar, tall, and toned silhouette by the door, her face drained of color, and as if she got struck by lightning, her body became numb and froze i n ce. Mark had remained outside waiting by the door nonchntly. Summer pushed away Nancy''s hold on her hands when she saw the change in her expressions. She demanded, "So what made you do it? Tell me, right now." Nancy smirked, and in a sarcastic tone, she scorned Summer, "Why don''t you think what you have done? That will solve your mystery.¡± "Is it because I lied about you that one time?¡± Summer asked as that was the only time she wronged Nancy. Since everything is exposed, there was no need for Nancy to hide the truth any longer. Chapter 63 Chapter 63 Nancy nodded her head as she said, "That was just one of the many reasons." Taking a deep breath, Summer thought, ''There is still more?! Just how displeased is she with me?'' "Do you know what I hate most about you? Even though our appearances and capabilities are on par, all the acknowledgments andpliments would surely go to you. No matter how much I do or how hard I try to be better, I would receive none of those, but that was still fine to me until you lied and hid the truth from me. That was thest straw." Sitting on the sofa, she sneered as she continued her rant, "I saw you as my closest friend. In the times when you were in a pinch, when have I not been there for you?" Whenever Summer had asked for her help, Nancy would be there, and she had helped Summer plenty. When Summer could not go for sses, she had filled i n for her sses. When Summer did not have a ce to stay, she gave summer her contacts and even took days off from work to help her clean her new ce. "I was having a major crisis, and I had even begged you for help, but all you did was lie in my face even though you were capable of helping me! Am I just a joke to you, Summer Hart?!" Other than that, what made Nancy feel the most upset and embarrassed was how Mark did not even spare her a single nce when she threw herself at him. She had swallowed all the remaining pride she had left and tried to seduce him, yet what she got in return were shame and humiliation. ''Perhaps in his eyes, women like me are seen as trash but just what is it that Summer has that I don''t?¡¯ Nancy thought bitterly. It seems Summer did not truly understand her best friend after all. All this while, she did not know Nancy had harbored all those grudges against her. She tried to exin, "I told you, I didn¡¯t mean to hide it from you. It wasplicated, and there were someplications back then!" As if she heard something hrious, Nancy cackled loudly. She said, "You were getting married to the director of the most powerfulpany in Santabaca, yet you say there wereplications? Or are you trying to unt, or is it simply just to trigger me?" Hearing so, Summer replied sullenly. "We have been friends for three years, and I thought w e understood each other well. I guess everything I thought we had was one-sided, and it was all just a joke. If you can''t understand where I''m She continued, "From this moment on, we are no longer friends, but I have to let you know one thing. I a m certain that I haven''t done or sacrificed any less for you back in the days." Summer felt that it was meaningless to pinpoint and list every single time or thing she had done for Nancy, such as helping Nancy pay for her tuition fees for 2 years and her brother''s. If Summer were to bring up these favors, she knew Nancy could not take it based on her understanding ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org . of Nancy''s prideful personality. Nancy¡¯s pride would not be able to take it, and she would overthink and "Since you''ve always thought of me as a hindrance who snatched your spotlight, today onwards, I will stay as far as I can from you, so you can have the chance to shine and get all the acknowledgments and attention you have always wanted. However..." Summer paused as she stepped forward and raised her hand. Smack. She gave Nancy a hard p on her cheek and continued her words sternly. "This p is for what you have done to hurt me. You know what you did." Immediately after, she turned on her heel and strode out the house without sparing a nce to Nancy. She paused as she passed by the third floor. She turned to face Mark as she told him, "I''m going to visit my parents for a bit." He nced at her. She looked calm, but her pale cheeks remained flushed as her eyes glinted with emotion, making her appear alluring, and he was almost tempted to caress her cheek. "Okay," he replied as he gazed into her eyes, and after checking the time, he said, "I''ll head to the office for some work." Speaking up, she answered, "Drive safe and take care." She watched as he left, and only when his lean figure was out of sight did she turn on her heel and headed towards her parents¡¯ house. Amara had answered the door, and immediately, Summer¡¯s face darkened as she asked, "Why are you here?" "Why can''t I be here? This is my home too. Where else should I be if not here?¡± Amara refuted as she did her manicure, the smell of her nail polish horrid. Walking past her, Summer went directly to her dad''s room and asked him, "Dad, why is she here? Have you forgotten what you and mom had promised me before?" Chapter 64 Chapter 64 Solomon sipped on some tea before sighing as he heard Summer''sint and exined, "She came t o us and said she had no ce to stay. Plus, she has promised never to repeat that mistake. We can''t possibly chase her out; she''s family after all." "How can you believe anything she spews? Do you not recall what she had done caused us?" she felt furious talking about her as she continued, ¡°You guys are just too soft-hearted, and she is clearly taking advantage o f that!" "I guess the older we age, the morepassion we have for other people. You will understand when you''re our age," Solomon said as he adjusted his sses before massaging his legs. She took a deep breath before saying, "Well, what I do understand and know now is that she¡¯s just like an annoying piece of gum. No matter how hard we try to pluck her out of our hair, she remains tangled in it." Summer knew that her hatred alone would not help at all. As long as her parents condoned Amara''s behaviors, even if Summer were to chase her out, her parents would pick her up afterward. She felt exhausted for having to deal with Amara''s drama to no end. ''We''re back to square one, again,'' she thought despairingly. Solomon swiftly changed the topic and asked, "What''s the progress of the case you¡¯re dealing with now?" "It''s resolved," she replied simply without going into details as she did not want to talk or think about it ever again. "That''s a relief! Well then, let''s watch some TV together to cheer up. There''s a basketballpetition going on today." He patted her shoulder while smiling at her dotingly a s he pulled her to the living room. They sat close together on the sofa. As soon as the TV was switched on, Mark appeared on the screen. He looked stunning, and his charm ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org . radiated as he sat on a maroon couch in the set. He was interviewed by some reporters. Summer reached out and snatched the remote from her dad''s hand. She turned up the volume. "We''re all so very curious as to when you actually got married, Mr. Valentine. And how was it that no one caught wind of the news?¡± the host of the show smiled as he asked. Mark was leaning slightly into the couch as he crossed his legs gracefully. His chiseled features showed no shifts in his expression as he merely curled up his lips into a half-smile. His deep voice resonated. "It''s new to me that such interest and attention was given to my marriage. Since I''ve mentioned having a press conference to publicize the details, why not we make it a banquet and have it tomorrow night then? It''ll be held at Paragon hotel. My wife and I will be there to attend to your questions. Hope everyone enjoys themselves tomorrow." "This surely is news worth looking forward to! Plus, this will be the first time you''re attending a public event with your wife ever since getting married. Next, on behalf of the crew, I would like to take this chance here to thank you, Mr. Valentine, for joining our interview session today and also congratte you on your marriage. We wish you a long and blissful marriage, and may we hear good news from you soon." He nodded slightly and smiled as he thanked the host. Summer had snapped back into reality when the interview ended. She threw the remote aside and went to the balcony, dialing his number. After a while, the call was connected, and the sounds o f footsteps could be heard. It sounded like Mark was stepping out of the set, and she could hear him greeting and bidding farewell to the people around. "Would you care to exin what you meant in that interview just now?" "I meant what I said. You and I will be attending the banquet at the Paragon Hotel tomorrow night, literally." After taking a deep breath, she mocked yfully, "We were together two hours ago, and you could''ve easily told me. It''s just a single sentence with a few words. D o you have a word limit for a day''s speech or something?¡± "I only thought of it during the interview. Since you already found out, I don''t have to fill you in again. I''ve got to attend a meeting now, bye." Summer could tell that he was busy with work. As he was talking to her on the phone, voices of him and his secretary could be heard in the background asionally as he ordered the secretary to retrieve documents. She could also hear him discussing work-rted matters such as business negotiations with his secretary. Summer was speechless as the call hung up. When she went back into the living room, Daisy returned from the market and prepped some vegetables she bought. Pretending to be a goody-two-shoes, Amara sat near her mom and helped in prepping. Summer could hear them muttering as they chatted on and off with each other. Daisy halted her movements as she noticed her daughter walking by and asked, "I heard that you and Mark are hosting a banquet tomorrow night at Paragon Hotel?" "Apparently. I have just found out as well. What about i t, mom?" Instantaneously, Amaia ced the stalk of vegetable she had in her hands down on the table and swiftly began massaging Daisy as she kneaded her back while she said, "I''m counting on you, mom!" She headed to the washroom while humming delightedly right after. Summer eyed her for a moment before facing Daisy as she asked, "Mom, what did she ask you to do?" "She asked me to request some invitation cards from you-she wants to go to the banquet." Chapter 65 Chapter 65 Summer spoke immediately, "I don''t have any.¡± Hearing so, Daisy pressed on, "Then do you know how t o get them? Maybe you can get some for her.¡± "Mom, why are you even putting up with her?" "I''m not. It''s just that you know how she is. If you don''t get it for her, she might take it upon herself and possibly cause a big fuss at the banquet. And, all the guests attending are either notable figures or of the ruling ss in Santabaca; I can''t bear to see her put m y precious daughter in a humiliating situation." Daisy reasoned as she lowered down her voice, forcing Amara out of earshot. Solomon also agreed, "Yeah. Knowing her, she would surely cause a scene tomorrow at the hotel. Just get some for her." Summer felt an intense headache forming; it was as if her head was about to explode, and her chest burned with rage whenever she had to deal with anything Amara-rted. Amara peeked her head out from the washroom. Calling out to Summer, she obnoxiously asked, "Could you also send someone to get me a dress for the banquet? I don''t think I have anything suitable for the asion." Without sparing her a reply, Summer''s gaze was icy-cold as she stared at Amara. Feeling slightly apprehensive and perhaps embarrassed from Summer''s intense gaze, she hmphed and mumbled, ¡°What''s the big deal? Fine if you don¡¯t want to then!" Summer stayed at her parents'' for quite a while and only headed back to the Valentine mansion around 8:0 0 pm. However, no one was home other than the housekeepers. She trudged to her room and fell onto the bed. She sighed, thinking, ''Nothing has been going my way for the past few days.'' Then, after lying in frustration for about half an hour, she slowly dozed off. Mark had been returning homete recently, and it was gettingter day by day. And it had be habitual for Summer to leave amp on for him in the room. Unbuttoning his dress shirt, Mark sat on the sofa. He was still dealing with the pile of documents stacked i n front of him. Sounds of footsteps were heard as Raine stepped into the living room. She quickly caught sight of the gorgeous figure seated on the sofa. We are finally alone with one another, but I didn''t expect it to feel this awkward,'' she thought. 1 She debated in her head, ''I can¡¯t pretend that I did not see him. That¡¯s just wrong and impolite. But what should I even say to him? Hi?'' She stood still for a moment before smiling and speaking up. She asked politely, "Have you had dinner, Mark?" "Mhmm," he answered simply without putting down his pen nor lifting his head. ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org . "I was going to make some coffee. Do you want some?" His lips moved as he replied inly and directly, "No." She felt a pang of pain in her chest, and she turned away, heading towards the kitchen. Unbeknownst to her, her wallet fell out from the pocket of her coat. She hadn''t realized it, and it was left on the ground. Leaning against the cold tiled wall of the kitchen, she felt her heart cold and numb from the way he had treated her. She reminded herself, ''This is how he should act. This is what I have wanted.'' Like a gentleman, he was polite, respectful, and friendly but only up to a certain extent that distanced himself from others he wasn''t close to. But when he had treated her with such attitudes, she couldn''t help but feel dejected and heartbroken. ¡®This isn''t fair...'' she thought bitterly. She tried to push those feelings away as she started brewing her coffee. Remembering that she had a few missed calls, she felt around her pockets for her phone. Feeling around the pockets on her coat, she couldn''t find her wallet. She furrowed her brows as she began searching around the kitchen. Chapter 66 Chapter 66 "Looking for this?¡± Mark appeared in the kitchen and asked. He held the wallet in his right while holding a lit cigarette in between his fingers on his left. Raine froze and then nodded her head slowly. She smiled as she said, "You found it. I was looking for it around this small area but to no avail. I thought I had lost it." Acting nonchnt, he leaned over the door and flicked off the ashes of the cigarette, but his eyes were deep with emotion as he asked, "Don''t you have something to exin to me?" "What? I don''t get what you''re saying,¡± she answered, feigning calm even though she had panicked slightly. He moved his hands as his slender fingers pulled out a picture hidden within the wallet as he blew out a puff of smoke. The photo was small, but it was clear enough to pick u p a man and a woman hugging intimately in it. The man was none other than Mark himself, while the woman was Raine. He strode towards her and held her against the door. With their bodies almost pressing closely together, he said with his voice sounding deep, "Didn¡¯t you say we should cut up all ties with each otherpletely? Why are you still keeping this picture here, hmm?" As she did not dare to look into his deep orbs, Raine turned her head and looked away while huffing slightly. He opened his arms, and she was pinned between the door and his huge toned frame. He smirked as he teasingly asked, "Is it because you can''t forget about m e, or did you miss me, hmm, auntie?" "Neither!" she eximed as she shook her head and clenched her fist. "Neither, huh?" he repeated as he lifted a finger under her chin. His eyes were half-lidded as he asked, "Why don''t we find out then?" Without waiting for a reply, he closed the gap between them and kissed her right after. Raine struggled with her might as she tried pushing against hisrge frame. When she finally pushed him off her, she heaved, taking quick breaths before eximing in an unusually calm manner. "What we had is over! We are done! So stop trying to tease me or gauge my feelings and what not purposefully!¡± Hearing her deration, he chuckled sarcastically. His voice sounded cold without any hint of warmth as he replied, "You think I''m the one who''s teasing, huh?" "Hah!" he scoffed. Holding onto her chin tightly, he looked at her with rage. It was as though he were about to strangle and kill her. "Back then, you had the guts to flee to America. And for the past three years, you hid from me. Since you''ve already decided to run and hide, why didn''t you stick t o it forever? Why are you showing up again after three years and reminding my wife about my likes and dislikes or my taste in food is like? You¡¯re the one who keeps appearing before me, so tell me, Baine Valentine, who''s the one teasing now?¡± She hung her head as she heard him speak. Without looking at him, she muttered softly, "I know how to act from now on. I''m sorry..." Narrowing his eyes, he felt rage pierced him to the core. He asked, "How should you act?" At that exact moment, Jazz¡¯s voice resonated from the living room as he said, "Hey Mark, you there? Someone''s calling you.¡± N?velDrama.Org holds ? this. After scoffing coldly once more, Mark released his grip on her and left. Meanwhile, Jazz held onto Mark''s phone while he was calling out to him, facing the direction of the washroom. Noticing Mark, he said, "Oh, you were in the kitchen just now? I thought you were in the washroom. Here, your phone¡¯s been ringing for a while." Mark nced over Jazz¡¯s uniform as he grabbed his phone and asked, "How much longer are you working for this part-time job?" "I''m not too sure yet, but probably until next year when sses are starting. Why?" "Do you have any local universities you have in mind for now? Or perhaps universities abroad? If you do, give me a list, and I''ll look them up to see which is best for you." For the first time, Jazz''s eyes looked solemn as he replied, "It¡¯s alright, Mark. I''ll take charge of my own life. No matter university choices or future professions, I''ll decide for myself. That was the advice you gave, remember?" Staying silent, Mark did not continue the conversation further as he merely patted his younger brother¡¯s shoulder, which was a sign to Jazz that he supports him. In truth, Jazz already had ns for himself. He smiled as he said, "Thanks, Mark." The living room was then filled with nothing but silence. Meanwhile, Raine watched from afar with wobbly legs as she leaned against the door, and her eyes glistened with some tears. She bitterly thought, ''I too, don¡¯t want things to be like this. It¡¯s just better this way for both of us. Why can¡¯t h e understand my intentions?¡¯ 1 ''I have my worries, and forgetting about them is easier said than done- it''s just too difficult for me.'' The next day. Perhaps Summer had gone to bed quite early in the night before, so she awoke before sunrise. Lying beside her was Mark, who was still asleep. He seemed rxed as his usual cold features had been reced with a tinge of gentleness. Lightly, she reached over and pinched his nose. Letting go, she muttered, "Good morning, Mr. Valentine." Chapter 67 Chapter 67 Since she was fully awake and had felt bored lying on the bed, she got dressed and decided to go for a walk beside the garden of the Valentine mansion. The snow had stopped after snowing for the whole night before. The air was cold, but it felt refreshing. Taking a deep breath, she felt nice as the fresh air entered her lungs. Feeling as if all her frustrations are floating away, she thought, ''Let all those bad memories of what happened float away and be forgotten.'' However, before she could even take a few more steps, her phone rang, and she answered, "Hello? Why are you calling so early, mom?" Daisy sounded exhausted as she said, "Amara kept bugging me to call and remind you about the invitations to the banquet. She''s worried you might forget." "Mom, can you stop her from annoying me?" Summer replied as she took a seat on a bench. Her jolly mood was instantly ruined. "Just get her some, and I''m sure she¡¯ll quit bugging you. Plus, the banquet ends quite early, so she wouldn''t be able to cause any troubles." "Fine, I got it. I''ll give you a callter.¡± After strolling along the garden for quite some time, she glumly headed back. She noticed a familiar vehicle-a ck Land Rover-starting up. Mark watched her as she walked towards him. He passed her a down jacket as he threw it to her, "Get in.¡± "Where are we going?" "To try on some evening dresses for the banquet.¡± After driving for some time, the car finally pulled over outside a boutique, and in they went. The dresses looked extravagant. Never had she thought she would have the chance to put them on. N?velDrama.Org owns all content. The store assistant gave a warm smile when she noticed Mark. Walking towards them, she asked in a friendly tone, "Hello, Mr. Valentine. Are you here for a n evening dress?" "Mhmm,¡± he answered simply. His lean arms came into view as he browsed and flipped through the dresses. He then picked out a few that caught his eye. Summer remained silent as she stood aside quietly and watched him browse through the store. She felt her heart race, and her cheeks reddened as she watched him pick out dresses for her. ''He looks really attractive with that serious look in his eyes,'' she admitted to herself. After staring for a while, she purposefully called out," Mark." "Yes?" he responded as he eyed her. "It¡¯s just you look so ustomed to browsing through dresses, so it made me wonder if you''re a regr to shops like these and choosing dresses for your female plus-ones?" Ignoring her, he lifted his head and passed the dresses to the shop assistant. With his eyes squinting slightly, he requested, "Let her try these on, please." "Of course, Mr. Valentine." He sank into the couch as he half-heartedly flipped through the magazine, scanning through it. As he remembered what had transpired in the kitchen the night before, he pursed his lips. Fishing out his phone, he dialed a number. When the call went through, he asked, "Has she left?" "Yes, Ms. Valentine has left to Grudin North at six o''clock in the morning.¡± "Grudin North?" "Yes, sir. She had voluntarily requested to transfer there, and she would be working as the assistant secretary of the governor, which means she would be your father, Mr. Valentine¡¯s assistant secretary." His veins were popping out as he gripped his phone tightly. The corners of his lips curled into a cold and bitter smirk. ''It''s been three years, but she¡¯s still the same.¡¯ His thoughts continued ranting on, ''As soon as I tell her to disappear and never appear in my sight, she would just immediately pack her bags and leave our home at daybreak.'' ''Just howpliant is she?'' Mark decided to let her be as he thought, ''Since she sees me as a scary beast she needs to hide from, I won''t stop her. Why should I? If she wants to run and hide, hide all she wants.'' As if on cue, footsteps echoed through the hallway, and Mark had stered his usual expression back on. Acting as if nothing happened, he lifted his head. Chapter 68 Chapter 68 The dark shade of royal blue had contrasted with her pale skin tone beautifully. As it entuated her The thigh-high slit on the left side of the dress brought out her long slim legs. It was alluring and almost tempting as her legs would only be partly visible asionally as the skirt flowed. He had not expected for her to look so ravishing in the dress. He had frozen for a moment and felt his blood rush. His eyes darkened, and he swallowed down a gulp before eximing, "Change to the next!" He furrowed his brows as he thought, ''That slit was almost up to her waist. Why are the designs of the dresses here getting so poor?'' Summer examined herself in the mirror and thought,'' Does it look that bad on me? Sure, it''s kind of exposing, but it''s still a pretty dress.'' After going back and forth for quite some time, she had nearly tried on every dress the shop assistant had brought to her, but the picky man outside was not satisfied with any of them. It took quite a while for her to change into a dress, but all he did was taking a short nce at her before spitting out a "Next!". And she had to repeat the cycle all over again. Fatigue had slowly caught up to her, and she was growing frustrated. She huffed in annoyance as she sat and rested for a bit in the dressing room. "Do I look that bad in those dresses? Can''t he just simply pick one? I''m getting tired of him acting like a master ordering around his pet. Does he know how tiring this is?" Feeling amused at herint, the store assistant who was holding onto her next dress chuckled and said, "I think it''s the opposite, Mrs. Valentine. You have a great figure, and all the dresses looked gorgeous on you, but personally, I think the dress that looked the best on you was the royal blue one.¡± Summer didn¡¯t know how to describe what she felt when she heard someone addressing her as Mrs. Valentine. It was a strange yet pleasant feeling. "And, I think it''s because he thinks the dresses looked a bit too revealing on you. That''s why he kept asking you to change. Men can be very possessive after all." "Are you sure?¡± Summer asked with her brows raised a s she lifted her head and smiled at the store assistant. Summer could clearly tell that something in her was going off track and that something was her heart. At the beginning of this whole incident, she had only agreed to marry him to protect her unborn child. But now, she knew her heart had wavered- she had uncontrobly and undeniably gotten attracted to him, and she was falling deeper for him day by day. "Of course! Why don¡¯t you try this red one next, Mrs. Valentine? It''s gorgeous, and I think it would look great on you as well." The expensive lights shined through the night, and the ambiance was luxurious at the Paragon Hotel. The parking lot was filled with the world''s most renowned cars. A long red carpet was extended from ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org . the fountain to the hotel entrance, which was a big ssy ss revolving door. Reporters and journalists flocked in like bees to honey as they entered while the guards were using their might to keep everyone at bay. The hotel''s interior was decorated in a golden theme with warm tones, giving the whole room a sun- soaked feeling simr to the Mediterranean-style designs. Under the night sky, it looked grand and striking. Dressed in a long purple dress, Amara was apanied by her two friends. The trio gaped around the hotel together. There was an Italian musical fountain right in the middle of the huge banquet hall. The water dances- rising and falling as it follows the dynamics of the music. Famous French paintings were carved on the bronze pirs, and a big shiny clear crystalmp was hanging high as it reflects and disperses the light into colorful rays. The whole ce looked extravagant and luxurious. Amara could not help but stare in an openmouthed wonder as it was the first time in her entire life that she was able to step foot into a ce so exclusive. Her friends, whom she brought along, kept showering her with thanks and praises. Nobles who werevishly dressed up had gathered in the banquet hall, filling up the space as they held their wine sses while smiling and chatting with one another. All of a sudden, sounds of apuse echoed through the hall. As she followed the sound and everyone''s gaze, her eyes widened in reflex, and her mouth was agape to the size that could fit in an egg. ''Isn''t that the b*tch, Summer?'' she thought as she filled with envy. Chapter 69 Chapter 69 Summer was dressed in a long red strapless dobby mesh tube dress, exposing her neck and defined vicles. It entuated herplexion, making her stunning. A matching red veil was draped over her right shoulder and around her waist, and it floated along, drawing beautiful arcs in the air as she walked. Her makeup was light, and her silky ck hair was styled with a simr but shorter veil attached in her hair into a low ponytail that rested on top of her shoulders. She had looked enchanting, pristine and wless. Her dress was not revealing, but it had a subtle alluring feel to it as it fitted on her. It was an indescribable feeling, but her beauty could easily take everyone''s breath away. She hooked her arm around through Mark''s, and he was smartly dressed in a nice suit. His features were defined with his deep dark eyes, and he was easily made the center of attention as he radiated undeniable elegance and grace. Spamming their cameras with pictures, the reporters took and recorded as much as they could. N?velDrama.Org owns all content. shes of light kept flickering off the cameras ever since the couple entered the hall. Billy let out a whistle as he stared at Summer. Tsking, he said, "How did I never realize Summer could look s o alluring?" Hearing his words, Sherman twisted his ear as she questioned, "What are you staring at?" "You, of course, my love!¡± he immediately replied as he tried to atone himself. Charlie chuckled lightly as he raised his brows while agreeing, "Ms. Hart is a stunner indeed." "What about me?" Before Charlie could respond, Billy had spoken up, " You''re whor*sh!" Grace''s almond-shaped eyes widened as she shot daggers towards Billy. As he stood on the stage, Mark nced at the many guests in the hall. His lips curled up slightly as he spoke up with his deep husky voice. "Hello, everyone. My wife and I are extremely thankful for your presence here tonight. We hope that everyone would enjoy themselves fully tonight." Even though it was a simple greeting, it had garnered thunderous roars of apuse from the audience and filled up the hall. Holding Summer by her arm, Mark then stepped down the stage steadily as they gracefully walked towards their guests. Summer believed her legs might have given up and copsed if she weren''t holding onto him. Never had she dealt with such an asion, especially one that had her as the host. "It¡¯s okay. Don''t be nervous, just rx. I¡¯m here with you." His warm and rough hands snaked around her waist a s he leaned in close to whisper in her ear. As she felt his warm breath on her ear, her eyes glistered with surprise. His words worked like sedatives as they calmed her pounding heart. She began to rx and smiled naturally as she held on to the corner of his suit, sticking closely to him. They went around and greeted their guests, shaking hands with all of them. No matter who they had met, Mark faced them with a look of sincerity. Summer copied whatever addresses Mark had greeted the guests with. Whenever their guests would pass Summer a ss of wine, Mark would politely decline and have her drink the juice he requested instead. She felt her cheeks heating up either because she had too much juice or the hall became stuffier. Mark had also noticed the gradually flushing tint appearing on her fair cheeks, which looked like sun- kissed clouds as they seemed to be soft and mesmerizing. And it was starting to catch more attention from the others, especially their male guests. No one dared to stare boldly, but brief nces and peeps were noticed. Feeling a hint of displeasure, he narrowed his sharp eyes. He then brought Summer to Sherman and said, " Keep herpany." "Sure," Sherman replied, smiling as she held onto Summer, who had felt slightly unwell. "Why didn¡¯t you ask for mypany instead?" Grace asked, feeling offended. Chapter 70 Chapter 70 Mark eyed her swiftly and said, "You don''t feel safe." "You¡¯re saying as if I''m a man. Well, I''m not, and it''s not like I would do anything inappropriate to her," she replied as she wondered if she had given off an untrustworthy impression. Snatching the opportunity to butt in, Billy said, "Hey, you guys can brush off the wedding party and return gifts for guests but let me remind y¡¯all that we''re definitely ying that game tonight!¡± Charlie agreed as well, he said, directing to Mark," Yeah, bro. You better prepare yourself. You can''t run away this time." Mark furrowed his brows after taking a short nce a t their excited faces. Without giving them a reply, he turned and left. "We can take his silence as his consent, right?" Billy said, bumping his shoulder into Charlie''s. "I think so." "Let''s n something extra exciting. Shoot me with the most wicked ideas you have!¡± Upon hearing the thrill in their voices as they discussed, Sherman shook her head in helplessness a s Summer gently rubbed on her temples to ease the slight throb in her head. As much as Yvette did not want to show up to the banquet, she knew she was obliged to. ''Since Ronald, that father of his, couldn¡¯t show up, I have to. I''m the only parent present, after all. Plus, if I don''t, the reporters would surely make a fuss out of it,'' she grumbled to herself. Hence, that was the sole reason why Yvette had attended, and she left right after greeting most of the guests. Meanwhile, Jazz had easily spotted Summer in the crowd. He, too, had not expected Summer to look so breath-taking in her red dress. He felt intoxicated by her beauty. He thought as he admired her, ''Even if she¡¯s not wearing that dress, she''ll look lovely in anything-she i s gorgeous after all." But as he caught sight of her circling her hands around his brother, his smile turned bitter. He drowned his sorrows with ss after ss of alcohol. In a far corner of the hall sat a woman. A vase full of greenery was ced as a decoration on the table near that corner. So, if one did not pay enough attention, they would barely notice someone sitting there. A ss of cocktail was ced in front of Baine. She looked at Mark through the gaps of the nts in the vase; her gaze lingered. As though her eyes were stuck on him, she could not shift her gaze away. She had already bought the tickets to Grudin North and even boarded onto the train, but as soon as she did, she had missed him badly. After it had passed to the next station, she got off the train and headed back to Santabaca. Knowing that her heart would suffer, she herself wondered why she had done so. ''I just can¡¯t help it,¡¯ she thought. Amara absolutely loved these grand banquets and events. However, when she saw Summer dressing so enchantingly and different from "her ugly-duckling self", as Amara called it, she felt furious and filled with envy. She gritted her teeth as she turned away without paying attention to her steps, and s, she fell backward and knocked into someone. Instantly, a shrill cry radiated through the hall. "What the h*ck?!" yelled Lily irritably as her ss of wine had spilled onto her white gown. Already in a sour mood, Amara felt even more infuriated by the fuss and profanity that Lily had spitted. Amara said as she bit back, "Who do you think you''re cussing to?" Lily, who was pampered all her life, could not take her rude tone as she responded, "You, of course! And what can you do about it? Do you not have eyes or something?" "Are your eyes grown on your back?" Amara scolded back fiercely. "Ugh! You b*tch!" Being less experienced than Amara, Lily could only cuss as she was cut short off insults. Her nce swept over Amara''s dress, and she looked disgusted as she asked, "Where did you get that dress? From the garbage pile?" Lily''s insult hit a nerve in Amara. Like a cat getting stepped on its tail, she made more vicious remarks. "Look at you wearing something sovish for your age. Don¡¯t tell me you''re a secret mistress of some wealthy old man here?" ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org . Lily saw red hearing her words, and she raged, "Do you who I am?! Do you know I can easily ask my brother to kick you out?" Chapter 71 Chapter 71 "You had better believe I will ask my brother-inw to kick you out of here." Amara would not back down. She shot Lily a sideways look. Failing to win the argument, Lily went physical. But Amara would not take it lying down. Themotion started to attract attention. Sherman nudged Summer''s arm as she had noticed it, too. "Hey, your sister-inw is making trouble again?" Summer was getting some shut-eye when she heard Sherman. She opened her eyes and looked over, just in time to see Amara attacking Lily. It was impossible to get a moment of peace when Amara was present. Summer frowned. She walked over and pulled Amara over with one hand. "Knock it off, Amara!" "Not yet! She scratched my face! I swear will destroy hers!" "If you dare to make trouble again, I will instruct the security guards to throw you out!" Summer warned her with a serious face. Amara yielded, but Lily egged her on. "I dare you to do that. Bring it on!" The somewhat cooled down atmosphere heated up again. Amara grabbed a ss of wine from the table and sshed it at Lily''s face. Not seeing iting, the wine hit Lily''s face right on. The gloves were off. In retaliation, Lily grabbed a ss of wine from the table and sshed it back at Amara, and this continued. Amara just got some stter on her clothes, but Summer bore the brunt of it, with her face, neck, and chest soaked in red wine. She looked as if she just had a swim in the red wine tank. Shivering from the cold and aggravated by her dizzy head, she went weak at the knees and tumbled sideways. Jazz lunged over and gave Summer a helping hand. H e took off his suit jacket and put it on Summer, while h e wrapped his arm around her shoulder. Before they even took a step out, the deep voice of Mark came. "I will take care of her." Bending his body slightly, Mark swept Summer up in his arms with both hands. He then squinted a warning at Lily. "Go back to Norwood if you make trouble again.¡± Lily''s heart skipped a beat. Never once Mark had talked to her like that. This was the first time he used such strong words when talking to her. Amara saw Mark''s eyes and could not help shivering quietly. She knew Mark was just reprimanding Lily, but his fiercesome aura paralyzed her so much. She could not utter a word. Mark¡¯s words were simple yet powerful. The two women became as quiet as a mouse instantly. Jazz¡¯s mouth twitched, eyes skyward, as he pulled back his hand that held Summer a second ago. Returning to his seat, he knocked back on beer and cocktails by himself. N?velDrama.Org owns all content. He downed those colorful drinks, one ss after another, without blinking. His vision blur as he got tipsy. He saw Summer appear and then slowly split into multiple images. Raine saw everything and took that all in. Mark was gently carrying Summer in his arms and covered up her chest like a gentleman. She saw Mark pursing his lips, looking not too happy. But why was he not happy? There was no way she could tell. Raine picked up a ss of spirits from the table and knocked back. She choked and tears flowed out of her eyes because she was not used to drinking. She got up, put on her sunsses and scarf, and then spun around and left. She clenched the handle of her luggage so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Chapter 72 Chapter 72 In the presidential suite. Mark put Summer on the settee. When he looked at her pink cheeks, anger built up inside him. "You saw the wineing your way, right? Why didn¡¯t you dodge?" His voice was deep. When he spoke, there was a familiar and pleasing scent. He really sounded angry. But Summer somehow felt it pleasant to the ears. She wrinkled her nose and looked up at him with sparkling eyes. "I am dizzy." Her voice was as soft as the summer breeze, her expression telling him she felt hurt. She bit her lip, her face reddening with a tinge of fascinating charm. Mark swallowed involuntarily, reaching to loosen his tie, which he felt too restricted. "Go take a shower N?velDrama.Org holds ? this. and then take a good rest. Call me if anything." "Okay." After he left, she took a shower, and then drank tworge sses of water. She felt better after a long rest. After the incident, Amara would certainly be too afraid to make trouble again. Summer got changed and took a nap on the settee for three hours. She then heard footsteps, and she opened her eyes. She saw Mark, Charlie, and Billy in front of her. "Are you ready, Summer?" Billy''s eyes smiled into squinty slits as he flicked a belt in his hand. "Ready for what?" His action puzzled Summer. "The game, of course." Charlie shrugged, as if it had nothing to do with him. Mark squinted at Billy and said, "What is so exciting about it?" "Of course, I am excited." He could finally take revenge on him. How could he not be excited? "Let me remind you about the rules of the game. Whatever request I and Charlie make, you must cooperate. Otherwise, Mark will be punished." Just thinking about it thrilled Billy. "Stop your disgusting smile.¡± Mark raised an eyebrow. Billy rubbed his nose and flicked the belt in his hand. " Take off your clothes now, Mark." Mark shot him a nce and got up. He first took off his suit and shirt, and then his pants. Everything was done in one fell swoop. Summer blushed, trying to flee the scene. "I will check out the banquet hall outside." Billy extended his left leg and stood in her way. "The banquet is over. There is no one out there. Besides, the host is lying here now. Why do you want t o go out there? Come on, the first game is simple. I called it Mouthing the Treasure." ¡®Nasty game! Billy is a pervert!¡¯ ¡°Hurry up, Summer." Billy could not wait. Summer stood still, motionless on the spot. "You have two more minutes. If you refuse... Don''t say I didn''t warn you." He let out a wicked smile. Summer looked at Charlie for help. She thought Charlie was more sensible. But he just picked up a ss of red wine and reclined on the settee, ready to get entertained. Summer had no words. Chapter 73 Chapter 73 As soon as two minutes expired, Billy whipped the belt on Mark¡¯s back, onesh after another. Red marks gradually appeared on Mark''s back. Summer knew that Billy was doing it for real. She bit her lip in hesitation. "The sooner you do it, the earlier we can wrap this up. Otherwise, we can go on the entire night." While speaking, Billy increased the force of the whipping. N o way he could abuse Mark like this normally. He did not want to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Theshing carried on. Summer''s heart thumped and ached when she saw the bruises on Mark''s back. N?velDrama.Org owns all content. ''Here goes nothing!¡¯ She gritted her teeth. ying games such as this wasmon during wedding day. Instead of shilly-shallying, she thought she might as well end this quickly. Billy stopped and grinned. Summer came up, picked up the candy on his forehead with her mouth and then ate it. When they had eye to eye, her heart pounded. She quickly looked away. She was aware that her cheeks must be red, like dripping blood. Mark bit his lips. Billy saw that and smiled, taking pleasure in it. Meanwhile, Charlie was sipping on the red wine. His mouth turned up in a faint smile as Mark''s expression changed-he really had excellent self-control ability. Atst, Mark''s face turned sullen. He bounced up from the bed and kicked Billy in the butt, then grabbed his arm with both hands and shoved him out of the room. He then came back and stood in front of Charlie. "Do you want to go out on your own, or let me do the honors?" Charlie smiled; he was smarter. "No thanks. I am a hands-on person." As he spoke, he headed out the door. "Have a sizzling night," he said as he thoughtfully closed the door behind him. Outside the door, Billy was leaning against the wall with a perverted smile of enjoyment on his face. Never mind that he was kicked on his butt. That did not stop his good mood. "Stop smiling like that. It is disgusting," Charlie said. "Why is that? Don''t you think I look good with this smile?¡± Charlie had no words. "Mrs. Mann..." Mark murmured. His hoarse voice made Summer tense up. 1 "W-What?¡± she stammered. So, this is the difference between men and women. After the passion cooled down, Summer still did not dare to look at Mark, but kept her head low. Her heart was still racing. "I¡¯m going to take a shower." She then walked toward the bathroom, all the while not looking at him. Mark looked on with his eyes still filled with passion. "Didn¡¯t you just take a shower earlier?¡± His voice deep and the corners of his mouth turned up in a dampened smile. "Umm... it was not clean enough the first time. I will take another shower.¡± He suddenly went up and drew her close to him. When she woke up, she found herself in the Valentine mansion instead of the hotel suite. She tried to recall what happened but drew a nk. She had no clue when she returned to the Valentine mansion. She looked at the time; it was 8:00 am. Sitting up from the bed, she felt her body sore, as if wheels had run her over. Her cheeks slightly blushed with a burning sensation when she recalled what happenedst night. Chapter 74 Chapter 74 Everyone except Raine was present for breakfast in the Valentine mansion. Yvette looked up at Mark. "Your grandma called this morning. She asked you to visit her in Norwood." "Did she say anything else?" He stopped what he was doing. His deep voice had a touch of gentleness. "She said that she hadn¡¯t seen you for a long time and missed you. But she is busy and can''te. So she asked you to go to Norwood instead." "Okay." He gently replied. "I will go with Summer tomorrow." ''Summer?'' N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content. As far as Summer could remember, this was the first time Mark called her by her name. It felt amazingly pleasing to the ears. Yvette''s expression changed slightly, but she hid it well. "Without Summer here, Mom will feel lonely in this vast mansion." She made a lovely excuse for Summer. What else could Summer say when Yvette had already said so? Summer snapped back and let out a smile. "Mom has a point. I will stay." Pleased with the answer, Yvette patted her on her shoulder. It looked like this was the first time Yvette was happy with her. Feeling a little ttered, Summer put up a stiff smile. Mark raised an eyebrow, and he nced over at her a few times. "Mom, do you think grandma really misses me? She made this an excuse to see her granddaughter-in- best of both worlds by visiting Grandma while having our honeymoon at the same time in Norwood." Yvette was not too happy, but she could say nothing but nodded her head. "It is up to you." "I will go to Norwood with you tomorrow, too. I have been thinking of doing so since Grandpa has called," Lily chimed in. "Very well. At least you guys can look after each other on the road," Yvette said to Lily with an affable smile. Jazz, who had been remaining silent all this while, put down his cutlery. "I miss Grandma, too." Yvette immediately shot him a look. "You had better stay here and concentrate on your study." Denied the opportunity to go to Norwood, Jazz sulked, looking not too happy. After breakfast, Mark went off to work. With only Yvette at home, it was impossible for Summer to stay i n the house. She meandered around town aimlessly, thinking of buying some gifts for Mark''s grandma. She called Mark, asking about his grandma''s likes and dislikes. She decided to buy some local specialty. At night, she had just finished doing her mask when the door was pushed open. Mark walked into the room, threw his ck coat on the sofa, and then poured himself a ss of red wine. "What time is the flight tomorrow?" Summer asked. "Eight in the morning.¡± "Do we need to pack up?" she asked again. He took a sip of the red wine. "That won''t be necessary." She nodded, but still took out a luggage bag. She had bought quite an amount of stuff, which was impossible to carry without a luggage bag. Sitting listlessly on the settee, Mark squinted sideways at Summer, watching her shoving stuff into the luggage bag. "What are those?" he asked. "Local specialty products." She did not look up but struggled to shove more stuff into the already full luggage bag. She must have bought too many things. "It is very thoughtful of you, Mrs. Mann." Summer gave him a I-know shrug. "Is there still food left in the kitchen?" Chapter 75 Chapter 75 She turned to look at him. "You''re hungry?" He pinched his brow with his fingers, his breath smelling of alcohol. "I drank quite a lot with clients. I need something to fill my stomach." "I will see what I can get." She got up and went into the kitchen. There was still some beef, spinach, and carrots in the fridge. So she made him a bowl of spinach beef soup. As Mark stared at the bowl of spinach beef soup, she turned around and looked at him in puzzlement." What is going on?" "There are carrots in there." "Carrot is not a poison." She ignored him and went to take a shower. He had alcohol all night while out entertaining clients. Now the tantalizing aroma of the soup made him hungry. He looked at the carrots in the soup again and frowned. It was not after a whileter he picked up the spoon and dug in. Summer emerged from the shower after half an hour. Mark was lying on the bed and had crashed out. She padded over to the coffee table and saw something ludicrous. Now she knew how much Mark hated carrots. She saw chunks of carrot were left on the edge of the coffee table. He finished the soup and beef, and even washed the dishes, but left the carrots behind. Who would have thought that a powerfulpany president would behave like a child-eating what he liked and picking out what he hated. She chuckled. After cleaning up the table, she went to bed, whispered "good night'' to him, and fell asleep. They woke up at six the next morning and headed straight to the airport. Upon arrival, they collected their flight tickets, went through security checks, and then boarded the ne. Mark was sitting by the window, his eyespletely focused as his fingers flipped through the documents i n front of him. Summer sat beside him. She picked up an inflight magazine and nced at it. Nothing interested her, so she put it back down. Sitting across the aisle was a middle-aged man, who looked like a businessperson in his thirties. "Hi, you must be a teacher," the man said to her suddenly. "Yeah, how do you know?" Summer nodded in surprise. "My intuition has been all urate so far. You have that cool and collected look in you," the man smiled gently. Since there was nothing to do sitting on the ne, the two of them struck up a conversation. They found they shared manymon thoughts and interests. Since they clicked, the conversation became even more enjoyable. The man¡¯s mature and humorous personality helped, too. Summer was chortling with delight the entire time. Mark looked up at this time and saw Summer resting her chin on her hand. She had a bright smile on her face. Sheughed so much that her sparkling eyes narrowed into slits and her cheeks reddened like a Barbie doll. Mark''s expression changed. Summer had not noticed it but continued to listen to the man cracking his funny jokes. She was so entertained that she was shedding happy tears. N?velDrama.Org holds ? this. It was at this time that the man handed over his business card to Summer. Just as Summer was about to reach out to take the card, the deep voice of Mark came to ears. "Get up." Summer looked over at him in puzzlement. "Huh?" "We are swapping our seats." His voice remained deep. "Why do you want to swap seats all of a sudden? I amfortable with this position. It is convenient.¡± She looked at him. Mark narrowed his eyes and shot a nce at her. "It is not so convenient for me." So they swapped positions. With no one to chat with and tiredness setting in, Summer fell asleep. Chapter 76 Chapter 76 The middle-aged man was disappointed. He thought h e had finally met a girl he liked, and he did not want t o miss the opportunity. He could no longer chat with her, but that was okay. The most important thing was to exchange contact information with her. But she was asleep, and he could not just wake her up like that. So he felt was like a cat on hot bricks and stole nces at her. Mark mmed the document folder close and sank back in the soft leather seat. He then crossed his legs, and he looked at that man opposite the aisle. "Can I help you?" The middle-aged man was startled, trying to figure out what he meant. Mark frowned with his chin lifted. He raised an eyebrow as he gently tapped the business card on the table. "Don¡¯t you want to pass your business card to m y wife. Do you need help?" N?velDrama.Org holds ? this. The middle-aged man had an awkward look on his face for a second before he looked away silently. Two hourster, the nended at the airport in Norwood. Summer was full of energy again after taking a nap. As she had eye contact with that man again, she smiled at him. But the man just nodded stiffly in acknowledgement before looking away. She shrugged it off without giving it a second thought. Everyone got off the ne in an orderly manner. Mark and Lily were traveling light. Only Summer was carrying a huge luggage bag. Mark turned around and took the luggage from her. H e then fished out his cell phone and made a call. "We are at the exit gate now." A secondter, a ck car pulled up in front of them. The chauffeur emerged and put the luggage bag in the trunk. "Where is Ms. Moore?" Mark asked. "She has been expecting you, Mr. Valentine," the chauffeur replied respectfully. Summer listened on and felt confused. She poked Mark''s shoulder. "Who is Ms. Moore?¡± "Mark''s grandma, of course,¡± Lily said with a smug face. "She is the person who cares about me the most." Just then, Summer recalled what Grace told her about Mark''s backgroundst time. She realized she was about to meet the most influential person in Norwood. She could not help but swallow nervously. It was impossible not to get nervous. She looked down at herself. She was wearing a woolen coat, ck pants, and on stiletto heels. She still looked presentable. After the car drove on the road for over half an hour, they finally came into thepound of arge mansion, where the security guards were all dressed i n green military outfits. They saluted at the sight of the car and then let the car pass. Marks squinted sideways at Summer with a faint smile. "Have you brought all your specialty products?" She rubbed her hands and swallowed anxiously. "Is it toote for me to throw all that stuff away?" "Yeah, it is toote," he said casually. "But Ms. Moore loves Santabacan prunes." Summer''s eyes brightened up with delight. She had brought an entire luggage bag of prunes, almost. Inside thepound were blocks of white bricked vis. As the car slowly ground to a halt, Summer could not help but look around. Chapter 77 Chapter 77 An olddy was standing at the bronze carved gate. She was nearly seventy, but still full of vigor. As the car door opened, she strode over, gave Mark an affectionate hug, and patted him on the shoulder. "It has been a long time, Mark." A gentle look reced the deadpan face of Mark." How are you doing all these days, Ms. Moore?" "I am great. I can even carry a rock on my back." The olddy''s voice suddenly turned into that of a whining child. "You nevere to see me. Did you forget me and not miss me anymore?" "Of course, I miss you. You know what, I have brought your favorite prunes. Do you want it?¡± Mark embraced the olddy in his arms and coaxed her gently. "Yeah.¡± The olddy snuggled in his arms like a child. Summer looked on with her jaw dropping to the ground. She did not expect to see that the olddy could be so lovely. And Mark¡¯s attitude toward this olddy was nothing like how he treated Yvette and Gordon. "Are the prunes still with you, Mrs. Valentine?" Mark looked at Summer. Summer snapped back and quickly patted the luggage bag. "It is all here." The olddy swept her eyes up and down on Summer, studying her for a while. "What is your profession?" "I am anguage teacher." "Ahh, an engineer of the human soul. I like it." The olddy nodded approvingly. Her words surprised Summer. "Have you met that old man yet?" Summer figured the olddy must be talking about Gordon, and so she nodded. But the olddy surprised her next with an awkward question. "Between me and that old man-who looks younger?" Summer looked at the olddy for a while and then hemmed. "Grandpa looks a tad younger." She was speaking the truth. Gordon''s hair was darker, which made him look younger. But overall appearance wise, they were more or less the same age. "He always secretly dyes his hair. In fact, he is three years younger than me. You have got a keen eye, Mrs. Valentine," the olddy said. "My name is Summer Hart. Just call me Summer, Grandma." "It doesn¡¯t matter. But you are to call me Ms. Moore, just like Mark does." "Okay, Ms. Moore." It sounded awkward to her, though. As entric as the olddy was, she was a very likeable person. "I have to get back to the office in a while. You all may go about your things." The olddy looked down at the time. "But be sure to get home before Ie home." Mark raised an eyebrow and nodded in acknowledgement. After the olddy left, Summer took out her down jacket from the luggage bag and put it on. She then looked at Mark, who was napping on the settee. "Do you want to go to Chatforte Tops with me?" He nodded, got to his feet, and walked ahead of her. She heeled him with the corners of her mouth turned u p in a smile. Climbing Chatforte Tops on their honeymoon was not such a bad idea at all. The view at the top was worth the effort. The heavy snow outside did not seem to detering out in droves to the famous Chatforte Tops. N?velDrama.Org owns all content. Summer thought she had good stamina. Perhaps because of the pregnancy, she was a little out of breath after walking for an hour. Chapter 78 Chapter 78 Mark was walking ahead at a steady pace. He was tall and wearing a ck knee-length coat, which looked great on him. Many female tourists could not take their eyes off this good-looking man. Some even took out their cell phones and snapped photos of him secretly. Summer looked at his man and shook her head because his men had now be the center of attention. Meanwhile, she was out of breath and slowed down. Before long, she had fallen a distance behind him. Mark stopped in his tracks and turned around when h e did not hear her footsteps and gasping behind him. Summer sat on the stairs and looked elsewhere. The snow on the ground did not bother her at all. Mark frowned. He walked back and reached to help her up from the ground. "I thought you were the one wanting toe here? Why aren''t you moving?¡± "I am tired. I don¡¯t want to walk anymore. No one says that we must get to the top. I think the scenery here is pretty good.¡± The warmth of his palm and fingers quickly warmed her hand. A man with a camera in hands was peddling his service. "Photo service! Photo service! Anyone want to take photos?" "How much do you charge?¡± Summer came up to the man and asked. "Three photos for ten. Instantly developed." She looked over at Mark with a smile. "Mr. Valentine?" Mark knew what she was thinking. He cocked an eyebrow and said, "No.¡± She had guessed it before she asked. So she was not disappointed. She found a good spot and stood there with a candid smile on her face, unlike some girls who posed in N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content. strange postures, pouted their mouths, and made all kinds of face in front of cameras. He looked on, staring at the smile at the corner of her mouth. The surroundings seemed pretty peaceful. And then something stirred his heart, like a pebble dropped into a pond of calm water, and ripples spread. 1 The photos were developed. Summer handed him one. "Do you want one, Mr. Valentine?" He raised an eyebrow and did not ept it. "Are you sure? Maybe you will regretter that you didn''t take my photo. Who knows, Mr. Valentine?" Not that she minded. She put the three photos into her wallet. "Do you think that is even possible?" "Why not?" she asked back. He gave her a nomittal shrug and another nce. "Are you going to continue climbing or not?" "Yeah, why not?" What he did not know now was that at some point in the future, he would stay up and smoke the entire night because he did not ept this one photo of hers. Of course, this is just an afterthought. Somewhere in Grudin North. Raine was hauling her suitcase and approaching when the desk clerk, who had been expecting her, came up to take her luggage. "This way to the dormitory. Please follow me, Miss Valentine." After leaving her suitcase in the dormitory, Raine asked the desk clerk, "Where is Mr. Valentine?" "In his office." Chapter 79 Chapter 79 "Bring me there." The dormitory was only ten minutes'' walk from the office. She knocked on the door and entered upon hearing a response. "Hey, Ronald." A man looked up from the document. "I didn''t expect you to be here so soon." "I should have reported in yesterday. I am a dayte-i n case you didn''t know." Raine sat down on the settee. Ronald Valentine, Raine''s elder brother, was middle-aged, but still good-looking, as his body was still in good shape. 1 "Is everything all right at home?" Ronald asked. "Since you are so curious, why don''t you go home to see for yourself?" Rained said. He sat down opposite Raine and took a sip of coffee. "I am busy as hell with a factorying up here in Grudin North. There is just no time." His hand holding the coffee cup froze for a second, as i f something came to his mind. ¡°Do you know Mark is married?" She tightened her grip on her coffee cup but kept a calm face. "I know. Why?" "Have youpletely let go of Mark?" ¡°Come on, I am engaged, and he is married. It doesn¡¯t make much sense to talk about this now." "It is not about making sense or not. I am asking you if you are sure about yourself. Will you regret it Raine gently blew on the coffee, watching the froth floating on the coffee. "Didn''t you vehemently oppose me and Mark to be together back then?" "That was yesteryears. Now I have seen too much and thought through so many things. Since you and Mark have no blood rtionship, there is no moral issue for you two to be together." "Don¡¯t you think you are telling me this toote? When I told you about this, you strongly opposed it and threatened to disown me. Have you forgotten all this, Ronald?" She would never forget what happened. "Things are different now. I have thought through it and don¡¯t mind that now." Ronald sighed. Raine let out an ironic smile. "You should not have brought up this topic at all, Ronald. It was you who wanted me to forget Mark. Now that my heart has finally calmed down, you suddenly decide to drop a boulder and stir things up again. Am I a puppet that you may control at will?" It took her three years before her heart could calm down. But now, he suddenly told her this, and it tugged at her heartstrings once again. What did he want? "Since your feelings can be stirred so easily, it means that your heart has never truly calmed down. You are just suppressing it, and one day, it will blow up in your face," he said. "Whether I have calmed for real, or am just suppressing it, these are all you have wanted. I was just trying my best to do what you want. But now, you deliberately brought it up. I don''t get it, Bonald. What d o you want?" She let out an ironic smile gain. Three years ago, Bonald threatened her. Because of her gratitude toward Ronald for raising her, she reluctantly cut away her rtionship with Mark. She hadpromised and told herself that since she had decided, she would stick it out, no matter how painful it was. And so, from then on, she would only be Mark''s aunt and nothing else. But just when she had sumbed to fate and calmed down atst, he brought this up. It opened old wounds and added salt to injury. Ronald looked at her. "You have always been smart, but why are you so dumb¡ªyou lost your mind at just the mention of Mark this time?" N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content. She clenched her hands into fists on her sides and tried to regte her breathing. "Just get straight to the point, Rnd. I can''t guess what you are trying to tell _ _ n me. She could not deny that Ronald¡¯sst sentence had hit her soft spot. "If this is the case, then I will be frank with you. I won¡¯t interfere in your rtionship with Mark again, n o matter what happens. Get it?" Raine''s expression abruptly changed. She looked at him. "Do you know what you are talking about now, Ronald?" Chapter 80 Chapter 80 "Of course, I know. I raised you and Mark. It is good if you and Mark could be together. I have gone through a lot in the past three years. I am not so obstinately insistent anymore. You are still young. I don¡¯t want you to live your life with regret and hate me because o f this. Raine sneered. She did not feel the slightest joy but a hint of hatred. "It would have been nice had you told me this three years ago. But now it is toote." Mark was married, and she was engaged. 1 "I have never understood Mark, even as a father. But one thing is for sure; he marries that woman not because he loves her. It is not set in stone, and it is never toote. You know better than anyone else if he still has feelings for you." "Things are not that simple. There is still your wife there I should think about." She would never forget how Yvettey in front of her, blood oozing out as Yvette cut herself with a de. "You could not handle her paranoid and blunt behavior, but not Mark. Otherwise, she wouldn''t have threatened you not to tell Mark what she said and did." Raine listened with emotion; she knew that what Ronald said was right. 1 "You are as rational as you are emotional, but don''t get too hard on yourself. You should rely on a man emotionally and trust him. Had you trusted Mark and let him handle things at the beginning, things would not have ended up this way," Ronald said. She said nothing. "Yes, I was insistent and Yvette was adamant to stop you. But you did not have a solution, too, and you chose topromise. So it was not only my fault but also yours that caused this situation." While speaking, Ronald looked down at the time; it was 10:00 pm. He stood up, patted Raine on the shoulder, and said earnestly. "In fact, the biggest dread is for one to make the same mistake over and over again until one reaches the point of no return. I have said so much, but the choice is up to you. It is gettingte now. Take a good rest." Ronald had left, but his words fell on her like a boulder mmed into the calm surface of her heart. Her heart had been stirred. She stood in front of the window, staring at the snow on the ground outside all night. She thought about the future, rtionships, and more until headache set in. Back in the vi, the olddy was sitting in the living room, watching TV. "Where did you two go today?" She asked as Mark and Summer entered in tandem. "We have gone to Chatforte Tops," Summer said with a smile. "So how was the trip?" the olddy asked. Summer took out the photos from her wallet and handed it to the olddy, her eyes narrowing into a smile. "Isn''t it beautiful?" "You mean the scenery or the person?" the olddy joked as she took the photos in her hand. "Of course, it is the scenery, Ms. Moore." Summerughed amusedly. She was surprised by how natural she was when facing the olddy. There was without the slightest feeling of strangeness and awkwardness. The olddy petted the cat lying on herp and then put on her reading sses. "I would say you are more beautiful than the scenery. Isn¡¯t it, Mark?" N?velDrama.Org holds ? this. Mark was sitting on the settee, his eyesnding on the blushed cheeks of Summer. "It is all right." "Did you mean the scenery or the person?" the olddy asked again. "Both are all right." His voice deepened. Chapter 81 Chapter 81 Summer was not annoyed; she just shot him a few looks. Besides, she was not expecting any kind words from him anyway. She then said to the olddy, "Ms. Moore, let me bring you some prunes." The olddy was definitely a big fan of those prunes. I n a blink of an eye, she demolished the two boxes Summer had taken out. "Where are you nning to go next?" The olddy asked. "What do you reckon, Ms. Moore?" "Have you evere to Norwood before?" Summer shook her head. "Since it''s snowing recently, skiing in Brighmond Ski Park would be nice. You can also enjoy the snow- kissed scenery on a boat at Harwood Citadel after." Summer was quite fond of the suggestion. She was even more excited about skiing. As the thought hit her, she looked at Mark and asked, ¡°Do you know how t o ski?" "Yes, I do...Why did you ask?" He looked at her and said. "You have got to be my coach then," she answered naturally. Mark squinted his eyes and looked at her with a calm demeanor, "Did I say I was going?¡± "Well, you did not, but you were the one who suggested a honeymoon. I can''t be here for a honeymoon by myself, right?¡± Summer refuted out of anger. The olddy watched them with her bright eyes, switching her gaze from one to another without interrupting them. Mark furrowed his brows, shot Summer with his sideeye, andnded his gaze on her abdomen. "Are you aware that you are pregnant, Mrs. Valentine?" "I h-h-have almost forgotten..." She coughed softly out of guilt, "Well, skiing is off the list then. Let''s just go sightseeing in Harwood Citadel.¡± The olddy patted her thigh and said, "Just how forgetful I am, I have almost forgotten about my precious little baby. There is no way the both of you are going skiing, never.¡± Mark started to look a little helpless as he was massaging his forehead gently. Soon afterward, Summer went upstairs for a shower, leaving the olddy and Mark alone in the living room. "What kind of feelings do you have towards Summer?" The olddy asked. His gaze shook ever so slightly, but he remained silent while sipping on his tea. She grabbed a pillow from the sofa and threw it at Mark, "How dare you show me this attitude?" The pillow hit Mark right at the center of his face. He took it in his hands and whispered, "Ouch, it hurts, M s. Moore..." He only showed this side of him-his cheeky and child -like demeanor-to her. "I am d it hurt, and don¡¯t you dare avoid my question. What was going on in your head when you decided to marry her?" The olddy knows Mark really well; she would definitely not fall for his tricks. ¡°Ask yourself, do you have any feelings for her, Mark? Even if it''s just a little?" Mark ced the pillow aside, the corner of his lips lifted as he squinted his eyes, "Ms. Moore, are you nning to switch your expertise from a trantor to a love guru?" His response earned him a stomp on his foot. A stomp so hard that he identally let out a faint grunt. "Don''t try to be funny with me. Why is it so difficult for you to answer?" Ms. Moore said. "Come on. This is my rtionship. Why are you so curious about it anyway..." Mark frowned as he responded. He was clearly hurt; one should not underestimate Ms. Moore''s strength. "I would not have batted an eye if you were not my N?velDrama.Org owns all content. grandson. Frankly, I am very fond of the girl. She embodies purity and elegance. Both of you would make a perfect match. She might even be too good for you.¡± Chapter 82 Chapter 82 The olddy muttered softly to Mark. Her judgment had never been wrong. Summer marrying into their family was an honor to Mark. He was a lucky man to have her as his wife. However, she was still uncertain about the actual reason behind Mark marrying Summer. She was worried that Summer would be hurt, that is, if Mark still had lingering feelings for Raine... "What about Raine? Be honest with yourself. Have you forgotten about herpletely, or do you still N?velDrama.Org holds ? this. have a special ce for her in your heart?" Mark gulped, his face turned solemn. But his smile did not fade. He stretchedzily and answered, "Look, it''s already ten o''clock. You should go to bed, Ms. Moore." "Are you avoiding my question on purpose, or are you genuinely worried about my health? What would you d o if Raine ever came back into your life?" "There really is no need to answer such hypothetical questions..." He smiled mischievously and added, "She is already back." Bewildered, the olddy frowned upon hearing what h e just said, "She''s back from Athana?" Looking directly into her eyes, Mark answered with an affirmative "Yes.¡± "Where is she now?" "Gruden North. She is currently working as my dad''s assistant secretary. Can we drop this conversation here? I am feeling a little tired. Good night, Ms. Moore, sleep well..." Ms. Moore was still processing what Mark said as she was struck by his words¡ªRaine actually went to Gruden North to be Ronald''s assistant secretary again. But when she recollected herself, Mark was already at the end of the stairs. She let out a long sigh unconsciously, ''What is Mark even thinking?¡¯ She was just worried, very worried.. ¡®But still, times have changed. It''s just how the youngsters handle their rtionships. Even if I had the answers to my questions, what difference could I make? ¡¯At the end of the day, it''s best just to let nature take its course.'' However, if she had to choose between Raine and Summer, she still leaned towards Summer. Raine practically grew up before her eyes; she had a decent personality as well. But something about her and Mark just felt off... At this point in her life, Ms. Moore was old, but her worries seemed to increase along with her age. Now, she was even meddling with her grandson''s rtionship. She smiled to herself and walked away with her cat in her arms, "Let''s go to bed, Deedee.¡± The next day. The weather went crazy. The snow was a lot worsepared to the past few days. Just a few days ago, the ground was covered with nothing but a thinyer of snow, whereas now, the snow on the ground was so thick that it left a deep footprint after being stepped on. Summer was never good with the cold; her limbs froze whenever winter visited. No matter how hard she tried to keep herself warm, she would still freeze as hard as a rock. This was the reason her father always teased her about her being a cold-blooded animal, just like a snake. Feeling the biting cold, she put on the thickest down coat that she could find, along with a knitted beanie and a pair of thick gloves. Mark nced over at her, who at the moment was wrapped withyers of thick clothing. His gaze lowered andnded on the gloves she was putting on," It looks familiar..." "What looks familiar?" Summer asked with her head tilted, busy fixing her beanie. He lifted his eyebrow andid his eyes on the gloves she was wearing. Following Mark''s gaze, Summer waved her hands and said, "This was my gift to Jazz, but on that night ¡ª" Her words were already at the tip of her tongue before she was reminded of the incident that happened that night. She immediately cut herself off and changed the subject and asked, "Are we leaving?" His eyes turned cold, and without speaking, he turned around and walked away. Summer picked up her pace behind him. Mark''s strides were so wide that she was actually having a hard time catching up. It was apparent that he was not considerate of her and had no intentions of slowing down. Previously, she was told only to visit Harwood Citadel during the summer or the winter. The reason was that summer was the only season when the impatiens flowers bloomed. The impatiens bloomed throughout summer, covering so muchnd that the scenery looked like they were connected to the sky. The stark yet soothing contrast of the pink flower bed and the emerald green petals was breathtakingly pleasing to the eye, making Harwood Citadel ever so exquisite. As for winter, everything in Harwood Citadel would be covered in thick white snow. The slow fall of delicate snowkes onto theke brought an ethereal glow to the ce, showing a different side of beauty with serenity. Chapter 83 Chapter 83 Walking down the meandered corridor, Summer noticed that the Barren Lake was frozen. In other words, they could not go on a boat ride. It was a little disappointing at first, but the appealing scenerypensated for everything. The historical Covenwood Bridge and Waygough Pinnacle appeared extra fascinating under the thick nket of snow. The scenery was so enjoyable that she did not feel tired even after walking for miles. The only thing that was bothering her was the man in front of her. Never did the man check on her or turn to look at her. He maintained a constant distance between them. Summer thrust forward to catch up with him. Her breath came in short gasps. She stretched out her hand to grab him and said, "Hey, you could be a little more considerate towards a pregnant woman and slow down, you know." A cold breeze brushed against them. Mark looked down at her freezing hand and tightened his brows. "Are you shocked? My hands and legs freeze during winter every year,¡± she said with a faint smile on her face. "Where are your gloves?¡± She patted the back of her head, just remembering about the gloves, and said, "How forgetful of me. I left them back at the wishing well." Mark squinted, ¡°Did you leave your brain at home?" "No, but it is not unusual for people to lose their belongings. Besides, you are partially responsible for this, since you like to walk fast. I only left it behind because I was too busy trying to catch up with you!" Her anger showed itself through her tone. Furiously, she pulled her hand back but was instantly stopped b y Mark, who held it firmly in his big warm hand. Shocked, she froze as still as a rock. But Mark was unbothered, shoving her hands into the pocket of his coat. There really was a distinctive difference between the temperature of a man and a woman. Summer was stone cold, while Mark was as warm as a morning sun. Her hand definitely felt warm in his pockets. But as she was staring at his masculine hand, she unconsciously blurted, "Your hands are warmer than the pocket." Mark froze before turning towards her slowly, his eyes fixated on her. Feeling ufortable, she chuckled awkwardly and flicked her nose, "Forget about it." "Dramatic...¡± He muttered before putting his hand into the pocket and wrapped his fingers around her hand. A soft smile stretched across his face. The pair were walking side by side, but Summer had lost interest in the view. Her heart was pounding on her chest; her cheeks were flushed; her whole body started to feel warmer every second. "Haaah..." she exhaled deeply. Her racing heart could not slow down no matter how hard she tried. How nice it would be if they could stroll around like this for the whole day. For the remaining time that they spent in Harwood Citadel, her hands never felt cold again. His hands were as warm as a firece, so warm that it even kept her cheeks warm. As they passed New Haven za, Summer pulled the car over to buy her parents some souvenirs. They never allowed her to buy them any branded down jacket, alwaysining that it was overpriced. As winter wasing to an end, the mall started to sell spring wear. Most of the branded down jackets were already on sale. There were a lot of varieties and colors to choose from as well. She was torn between the choices for quite some time before settling with a navy and a burgundy one. N?velDrama.Org owns all content. Suddenly, Yvette crossed her mind. She stopped and turned to the man behind her, "What does mom like?¡± She had always felt ufortable around Yvette. There was always an indescribable awkwardness between them. Mark scanned the mall and answered nonchntly," Just get her any scarf..." Any... Could "any" ever satisfy her? Yvette had such high standards and taste. Summer was not foolish enough to just pick ''any'' scarf. She knew that she must pick cautiously if she wanted her effort to be acknowledged. ''How could a simple scarf like this cost $2,000!¡¯ Summer''s eye twitched. She herself could knit such a scarf. Besides, even if she used the finest yarn she could find, it would barely cost her $100. Chapter 84 Chapter 84 ''What was that brand anyway? The price is absurd!'' However, she still went for it and picked a yellow soft-patterned scarf eventually. She nced over to the men''s section, and something caught her attention. It was a blouse with a band cor, simple yet elegant. Tempted, she pulled Mark towards it and got the sales assistant to get him the right size for him to try. He gave it a quick nce before looking at her. Mark lifted his eyebrows and strutted towards the fitting room. This proved that she has good taste. The light blue blouseplimented him well; it made Mark appear even more charming and entrancing, the band cor further highlighted his graceful elegancy. He already had a good figure; his muscr chest lifted the shirt entirely, showing the well-defined edges and corners. He looked as if he was a professional model o n a walkway. The sales assistant''s eyes were glued to his body. Nothing seemed to be able to divert her attention. "We shall get this, pack it up, please," Summer bumped the sales assistant''s shoulders gently, ''Does she have to stare so obsessively?¡¯ Upon paying, Summer froze in ce, gulping as she saw the bill. ''$6,000 for two down jackets and a scarf, while his shirt costs $4,000!¡¯ Mark crossed his arms and squinted. With a cheeky smile, he watched her calmly and proceeded to urge her, "Are you going to pay?" U H Did she even have a choice? Gnashing her teeth, she whipped out a credit card from her purse and passed it to the cashier, ¡°Swipe it." Smiling, the cashier extended her arm. Suddenly, Mark leaned forward and passed her an American Express card, "Swipe this." "Alright, sir." Before Summer could evene to her senses, Mark had already signed the papers and handed her his card. "What''s going on?" She was confused and lost. "Just use this when you shop next time..." he said in his deep voice before grabbing the shopping bag. Summer was puzzled, "But why would I shop with your card?" Mark squinted as he looked at her, "What do you think, Mrs. Valentine..." His deep voice lingered on thest two words, emphasizing them to make sure that she heard him clearly. Summer snorted and chuckled, locking eyes with him, "It seems that being Mrs. Valentine might not be entirely bad after all." "..." his expression softened, and his eyes lit up, though his face was still emotionless. This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?. The car was running in the night sky. Summer checked the time, and unbeknown to her, it was already half-past ten. Without realizing it, time passed fast today. Suddenly, his ringtone alerted. With one hand on the steering wheel, Mark answered the phone, "Hello..." His expression shifted instantly; he even looked furious. He clenched the steering wheel so tight that his veins were showing, "Are you sure? Okay, understood..." Summer had no idea what the person said to him from the other end of the phone that irked him this much. She was shocked by his sudden expression change as she had never seen this side of him before- troubled, grim, gloomy, and cold. Her heart tightened as she asked anxiously, "What happened?" Mark did not respond. He held both his hands tightly o n the steering wheel as he jammed on the brakes. Coldly, he said to her, "Get down and take a cab back t o the vi!" "What about you?" she asked. He did not look good, and she was worried that something had gone wrong. "I am going to Grudin North, then back to 3antabaca. Book yourself a ne ticket if you don¡¯t want to stay i n Norwood anymore." "Okay, I know what to do." Chapter 85 Chapter 85 Summer did not bother to question any further. She took all her bags and got out of the car hurriedly so that she would not waste his time. Judging by the looks of his face, something serious must have happened... Shortly after she got down from the car, his ck car drove away at the speed of a bullet train, leaving Summer nothing but a cold breeze. Summer shivered in the cold night, standing by the road and waiting for a cab all by herself. But the weather tonight was exceptionally bad, especially with the snow falling from the sky. Every cab that passed her by had the upied sign put up. Her teeth were chattering after waiting for thirty minutes in the cold. It felt like an eternity before she managed to get herself a cab... She was still trembling even after she had settled down in the car. She N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content. was so cold she felt tongue-tied, not being able to say anything. "Half an hour more.." she sniffled, her face went numb from the cold. "It''s below zero Celcius degree tonight. No wonder you¡¯re freezing. You¡¯ve been waiting in the cold for more than half an hour." The driver cranked up the heat in his car for Summer t o warm her hands by the car''s air outlet. It was already past 11 pm when she reached the vi, but the lights in the living room were still shining through the window. Ms. Moore was still awake, watching the TV with her cat in her arms. "Hey Ms. Moore, why are you still awake? It¡¯s past 11 already," she said. The olddy¡¯s face was stern as she hushed Summer, indicating that she should keep quiet. Ms. Moore then shifted her gaze towards the TV, watching the screen seriously. Summer had no clue as to what she was watching that got her so hooked. Curiously, she too went over to watch the TV. It was the local news, an earthquake happened in Grudin North with a magnitude of 7.8, causing many houses and buildings to crumble like houses of sand. The earthquake happened at 10:00 pm. Ms. Moore had a grim look on her face when she dialed Yvette''s number to ask her about Ronald. However, there was no reception in Yvette''s area. None of her calls went through, no matter how many times she tried. All she could do was to call after some time. Hanging up the phone, the olddy looked past Summer, ¡°Where is Mark?" "He went to Grudin North to settle some issues-¡± Summer just came to the realization after she finished her line. She bit her lips, her heart tensed as a knot. An earthquake just happened in Grudin North, the ce where Mark was heading..." The olddy''s expression shifted, her brows tensed," When did he leave?" "Somewhere around 10 pm, I''ll try to get a hold of him now. The earthquake just ended in Gurdin North, so the airport would definitely be closed now." She immediately took out her phone and dialed his number. But all she got from the other end of the phone was a cold robotic female voice, "Sorry, the person you''re calling is out of reach. Please try againter. Thank you." The olddy was still staring at her. Summer shook her head and muttered, "He switched off his phone." "Honestly, everyone makes me worried!" None of them was sleepy anymore. They shared the couch and glued their eyes on the TV screen, watching the news. It was now a few minutes to 3 in the morning. This was when Ronald suddenly appeared on screen, directing the rescuers. Seeing this, Ms. Moore let out a big sigh of relief. Just when she was about to call Yvette, her phone rang - it was from Jazz. "Alright, I''ve already watched the news. Please rest earlier, both you and your mother," said Ms. Moore. Everyone in Valentine Mansion was as restless, keeping their eyes peeled for Ronald in the news. His appearance on TV was the only time they felt at peace. "Alright, everything is okay now. Go get some rest, Summer." Summer nodded in response, "You sleep earlier too, M s. Moore." However, she still had no signs of sleepiness. Her mind was running wild - ''what if the earthquake was not really over, what if another earthquake hits...'' Chapter 86 Chapter 86 Summer spent the night tossing the turning, barely even closed her eyes. She only started to feel the overwhelming sleepiness when the night shifted to day. She got herself out of bed and headed to the washroom, washing her face with cold water to give herself an instant refresher. As she was walking down the stairs, she saw the olddy dozing off on the sofa. It was apparent that she did not have a good sleep yesterday. Summer put a nket on her and whipped out her phone, trying to get a hold of Mark. Two seconds, three seconds, five seconds, seven seconds... "Hello..." When Summer heard the ever so familiar deep voice from the other end, she felt as if a huge weight was lifted from her heart and soul, "Have you reached? Are you okay?" "Yes..." he gave an unusual short reply. After a short pause, she asked: "How about Ronald? Is he okay?" "He''s fine..." he answered shortly once again. However, Summer could sense annoyance from his tone as he proceeded to say: "Anything else?" "Nope. Anyway, please" Mark cut her off before she could finish her sentence," I''m really busy, see ya-she didn''t say she was hurt" Summer didn¡¯t understand thest line, ''she didn¡¯t say she was hurt? Who is she?'' But she did not think much about it; she knew that he was busy. She figured that she should not bother him, so she sent him a text instead. ''Please take care of yourself and be safe. Keep an eye out for any aftershocks, and be safe on your way back ... home...¡¯ ''Home'', she was debating whether she should use this word. She deleted and retyped it three times before she put herself together and decided to send the text message to Mark. 1 After sending the text message, Summer could not stop looking at her phone. She was expecting to receive a reply from him, even if it was as short as the letter ''K''. But five minutes passed, and her phone screen was still ck. ''He is probably really busy now.'' She was now all by herself in Norwood. She had lost the mood to enjoy her honeymoon, especially after the earthquake had happened. All she wanted was just to return to Santabaca. Summer recalled Mark saying that he will head back t o Santabaca after he was done in Grudin North. She figured that she should stay in the Valentine mansion for a peace of mind so she could be the first person to see him when he returns to Santabaca. Once she had made up her mind, she told Ms. Moore about her decision. Though it was a shame to see her leave so soon, the olddy did not make her stay. She just wished Summer a safe journey home. Summer nodded with a big grin before grabbing Ms. Moore for a tight bear hug. She then packed her bags and made her way to the airport. Sitting alone on an airne felt different from sitting with somebody else - it felt lonely. Although she stayed up the whole night, she still was not sleepy. All she could do was to watch the clouds pass her by through the small window. It was already noon when she reached the Valentine mansion. Both Yvette and Jazz were away, making an appearance at a charity event. She unpacked her bags and kept aside the souvenirs that she brought back from Norwood, nning to visit her parents at home for a while. When she arrived, she opened the front door that led t o their living room - what she saw shocked her. The living room was in a mess; it looked like a crime scene. Everything they had was scattered all around the floor. "Mom, mom! What happened here? Did a robber get i n? Have you called the police?" She entered the room as she was yelling until she met a group of men in their suits. They were pulling Amara¡¯s hair, a sharp knife in hand. Sitting on the side of the bed was her father, Soloman, consoling her shaking mother, Daisy. Judging by the situation, Summer already knew what happened. Amara was a stubborn gambling N?velDrama.Org owns all content. addict; it was clear that she had no money with her, which led t o the men barging into their home. As soon as sheid eyes on Summer, Amara¡¯s eyes lit u p. She saw a chance of redemption and grabbed it. She confidently told the group of men: "This is my sister, the wife of President Valentine. I''m sure you''ve heard of Santabaca¡¯s well known Valentine group, yeah? She has plenty of money. Go get it from her!" Chapter 87 Chapter 87 Summer was downright disgusted upon listening to what Amara said. She found it awfully repulsive and said, "I am NOT Mark''s wife, nor do I have any money. She is the one who owes you money, you can do whatever you want with her!" "Summer Hart!" Amara shouted. Summer acted as though she did not hear her and gently patted Daisy''s shoulder, ignoring the cries from Amara. The group of men shared nces among one another and scoffed. They puffed out a mouth of cigarette smoke and said, ¡°We will act ording to our prior agreement, if you fail to return the money, you''ll lose your fingers." "Mom, Dad! They''re serious. They will certainly cut my fingers off. Please save me! I swear I will change! I swear by it!" cried Amara. Disappointed to the core, Summer''s parents couldn''t bring themselves to speak to Amara. "Cut the yapping off with her fingers!" The sharp-edged knife got Amara''s full attention as it inched closer to her. Her face turned as white as a sheet; her body trembled uncontrobly. On the other hand, Summer stared at her coldly. ''Why do it when you already know the consequences of your actions?¡¯ ''Amara is a stubborn person who does not bother to change her bad behaviour, and for this reason alone, she is now facing the consequences. People like her should be punished. ''Let her feel the pain, let her feel the fear. This is the only way she will reflect and learn her lesson.'' The knife was now inches away from Amara. Its sharp and cold de slit her pinky open. The excruciating pain made her scream at the top of her lungs. Summer¡¯s parents could not bear to watch, but they could not beg Summer as well, leaving them both anxious and nervous. Summer had also diverted her gaze, refusing to watch. "Mom, Dad, please. I¡¯m pregnant! I''m two months pregnant! I don''t want my fingers to be chopped off. Please save me, it hurts so bad!" 1 Amara''s tearful screech echoed in the room. Daisy could no longer stand it and cried, "Summer, please help her. Take it as I''m begging you, please, help her once more, thisst time!" Solomon followed and said, "Summer, I have no dignity to beg you as a father anymore. But please, Amara is pregnant. Please save her once more for the sake of her baby." The silence grew across the room, and Summer finally spoke, "I can save her, but on one condition: she must sign an agreement." "Sure, I''llply. I''ll do it," Amara agreed immediately. She was so desperate that she could even sign ten agreements just for Summer to save her. Summer''s gaze hovered over the group of men andnded on the leader, the man with a cigarette in hand. "I''ll settle her debt. How much does she owe you?" asked Summer. "Seven hundred grand," the man said as he exhaled a plume of cigarette smoke, casually shaking his N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content. crossed legs. "Seven hundred grand?" Summer gritted her teeth. She could almost kill Amara in that moment. On the other hand, Amara had her head hanging low out of embarrassment, not wanting to meet Summer¡¯s eyes. Ever since she knew about Summer and Mark¡¯s marriage, she became full of herself, letting herself go and having no self-control in casinos. She went around boasting to everyone she met, saying that Mark Valentine, the President of Santabaca''s notable Valentine group, was her brother-inw. With this status, many people were willing to lend her money. So even when she had no money on her, she still managed to get seven hundred grand from the people in the casino and proceeded to lose all of it. Solomon sighed continuing!^, ring at Amara fiercely. "That is correct, yes. Seven hundred grand, do you have it or do you not? If you do, hand it over to me right now and just scram if you don''t. We have some fingers to chop." Carelessly, the leader of the group was twirling the knife in his hand. It looked as if it could fall at any second. "I do, but I have an agreement for her to sign first. I''ll withdraw the money with you after she is done." "Deal, I don''t even care about her fingers. What are you looking at? Sign it now!" The bald leader mmed the knife onto the table, causing Amara to shiver out of fear. She could not even calm herself down to write properly. About half an hourter, the agreement was settled. Amara signed it and passed it to Summer, who kept it after shooting her a dirty look. Chapter 88 Chapter 88 "Where''s the money?" the bald man rushed her. Summer held Mark''s American Express card in her hand. However, she then realized she had no idea what the password was for this card. How on earth could she withdraw money? Summer nned to withdraw seven hundred grand from his ount and exin to him after he was back from Grudin North. Watching her nk expression, the bald man lost his patience and cursed, stabbing the knife into the bed, "F *ck this, are you ying the fool with me?" "No, I just don¡¯t remember the password to this card. I¡¯ll head to the bank to change the passwordter N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content. and pass you the money by tomorrow. How does that sound?" "And what makes you think we can believe you?" Summer just shed them the American Express card and said, "I have this. Do you need any more?" "Wow, I didn''t expect you to be some big shot. Very well then, you may go. You can never hide from us anyway. We¡¯ll find you no matter what. Make sure you bring us the money by tomorrow morning, before seven o''clock. I''ll be waiting!" The bald man was definitely not a fool. He knew that the American Express card had unlimited credit. With that card, Summer would not even have a problem withdrawing seven million bucks, let alone seven hundred grand. However, Summer felt that she needed to ask Mark about the password. She was still contemting whether she should ask him now as she knew that he was busy. Besides, she found it hard to ask for money from Mark as well. But she had no other choice. All she could do now was to give him a call. After some consideration, Summer finally mustered u p her courage and dialed his number. Her heart was racing as she thought of the best words to say. Suddenly, the line connected. Summer bit into her lips and opened her mouth. But the words that came out were different from what she initially nned to say," Are you okay over there?¡± "You called just to ask me this?¡± his tone was cold and t. She already knew that he was busy, but she still called to ask him for money. On top of it, she still called during the worst time possible. At that moment, she felt utterly ashamed of herself. She was unable to speak for a second and stuttered, "N o... It''s just___I..." "Listen, I have no time to listen to your stammering. Stop calling me!" Mark was not his usual self. His voice sounded aggressive. Every word he said to her was unusually clear. Followed his abrupt behaviour was a series of ''beep'', indicating that he hung up on her... Summer''s face was bright red, but for the wrong reasons. She felt as if she was pped across the face, hard. After listening to what Mark had to say, she froze on the spot, not moving an inch. She just gathered courage from every inch of her body to call and tell him about this issue. But what happened with Mark on the phone scarred her. She would never ask him for favours anymore, no matter how hard her situation was. She knew that she, Summer Hart, also had her own dignity... Collecting herself, she dialed up Sherman''s number in hopes that she could borrow seven hundred grand. She was even willing to sign an IOU, to assure Sherman that she will return her debt. Billy Day was also one of the well-off families in Santabaca, so seven hundred grand should not be a problem for Sherman, who did not hesitate to send Summer some money the next day... Summer sighed with relief. This was the first and the only time Summer asked someone else for money. Ever since her childhood, Summer was an independent child who did not like to trouble other people. In this situation, she really had no other option but to turn to Sherman for help, which she would never do. Amara was lying on her stomach on the sofa, tears streaming down her face as she cried and wailed out o f pain. Summer looked at her coldly; she had no empathy for her at all. No matter how painful it was, even if it cost her life, Amara asked for it. Daisy was busy stopping the blood loss when she said, "I think we should go to the hospital; it''s quite a deep cut." Chapter 89 Chapter 89 Soloman did not respond, instead he looked over to his daughter with worried eyes asking, "Summer, seven hundred grand is not a small amount, are you-" "It''s alright, I borrowed them from Sherman. She has s o much money that I can return them in my own time. Don''t worry, Dad." Summer interrupted him with a smile, "Also, she said that she will bring the money over to me next morning. Really, you don''t have to worry about me. Everything is okay." "We really owe Sherman a big one. Have your mom bake some goodies so we can wee her. Regarding the money, you, me and your b*stard of a brother will settle it together." Soloman let out a long sigh, ''life is tough!¡¯ Amara rolled her eyes as she listened to their conversation. Disagreeing, she said, "The Valentines This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?. have so much money. You are his wife. You have all the rights in the world to spend his money, it''s only natural. Why would you even ask money from your friend?" Summer scoffed to herself. Now she knew how cruel Amara''s heart can be. If it was not for her parents, Summer would not even bat an eye if her whole hand was chopped off. But still, her words made sense. The Valentines had so much fortune. As Mrs. Valentine herself, she still had t o ask her friend for a mere seven hundred grand. Was she out of her mind? "I will only say this once. I will never say it ever again s o make sure you register it in your head!" She stared directly into Amara''s eyes, spiting every word loud and clearly. "If you still want to live as such a dependent child, you have got to pull yourself together. If this happens ever again, you will bear the consequences yourself. Don''t you dare wish to beg for sympathy from my parents. "The agreement that you signed just now stated that you would be cutting ties with the three of us in your own free will. We shall have no rtionship as of today. If you ever step foot in our neighbourhood, the security will have you escorted, even if it was by force. You can cause a scene, but that will only get you to the police station under the charge of harassment. "You can also choose toin and fight back. I will just bring this agreement-the agreement you signed-to the court and let them judge. You can either choose to live a good life or leave this ce as soon as possible. It¡¯s up to you..." Summer was direct and cold. She came off so strong it actually scared Amara. She looked over to Soloman and Daisy, hoping to get some sympathy from them. But to her dismay, she got nothing in return. They were both so disappointed in her that they did not even want to look at her, let alone speaking to her. They also knew that her problems had caused trouble t o Summer as well. Summer mmed her hand on the table and shouted," Hey, I am speaking to you! Why are you looking at them?" Amara was shocked by her sudden outburst. Her body was trembling when she said answered faintly, "Live a good life." "Louder, I can''t hear you!" "Live a good life!" Amara cried out. "Mark my words, Amara. I am a man of my words, and I can be cruel when I want to. You better not challenge me!¡± i Outside the ICU. Mark was leaning against the hospital window, his ck trench coat now covered in crease. His expression was grim as he looked deeply outside the window, his eyes slightly pink, with a visible web o f red veins. However, as sluggish as he looked, it still could not mask his charismatic features. In fact, it even made him look more mysteriously good looking. He started his journey from Norwood to Santabaca by airne, then from Santabaca to Grudin North by car. And when he reached Grudin North, Raine was still in the ICU. The secretary next to him told him that Raine rushed into a crumbling house to save a new-born baby during the earthquake. When she was carrying the baby out in her arms, the house fell and directly hit her. Mark chuckled to himself ''she is so kind that she would sacrifice her life just to help people..'' Chapter 90 Chapter 90 He smiled coldly as his gaze tightened. His eyes were s o dark that it looked like he wanted to wipe out everything. He really felt like choking her to death! He nced over to the phone that he tossed on the bench and thought about the Summer''s call just now.'' She sounded hesitant, and she rarely stutters...'' Raine was lying unconsciously on the ICU bed, and he was feeling really awful. But Summer kept calling at the worst time possible, and it sparked the anger that he bottled up in his heart. That was why his tone was so harsh. He picked up his phone, and his slender finger circled the characters ¡®Mrs. Valentine¡¯ for a while. However, h e still did not make the call. He looked up from his phone and squinted his eyes on the ward''s door. He was so irritated that he fiddled with his necktie, waiting... As Summer stepped into the living room in Valentine Mansion, she saw Yvette and Jazz sitting on the sofa. Yvette heard her footsteps and turned to her tepidly, " When did youe back?" "This morning, mom,¡± Summer said. "What about Mark? Is he at the office?" "He is not at the office. He went to Grudin North from Norwood directly. He said there was-" Before Summer could even finish her words, Yvette¡¯s eyes widened before she bounced off the sofa. With her eyes locked on Summer, she asked, "Where did you say Mark went?" Summer was confused by her sudden change of emotions, but she still answered truthfully, "Gruden North." She gasped as she asked, "When did he go there?" "Around tenst night." Yvette cooled down and said, "Why didn''t you stop him?" Summer''s brows twitched. She didn¡¯t say anything. How could she stop him? Could she even stop him herself? "Mom, why are you getting mad at Summer? Who could ever stop Mark from doing what he wants to d o?" Jazz said resentfully, trying to keep Summer out of trouble. But it was clear that Yvette was not in the mood to entertain him. She took out her phone and dialed a number as she walked into the kitchen. As soon as the call connected, Yvette shot her question, "Is president Ronald really alright?" "Yes Madam, he is already directing the rescue mission. You could probably see him on the TV, please don''t be worried," said Donald''s secretary. "By the way, is there anyone else that got hurt?" She did not mention any names but was unconventionally gentle when she asked. The secretary paused for a moment and answered," The newly transferred secretary, Ms. Raine has suffered a serious injury. She is still unconscious in the ICU now." Her heart stopped when she heard about Raine and hung up the phone shortly after. She was right - Mark must have traveled to Grudin North for Raine! She could not just watch this unfold. There was no way she would let things escte between them! Mark can never spend time with Raine alone. They might rekindle their past romance! She saw Summer sitting on the sofa as she walked to the living room. Instantly, a light bulb went on in her head, "Summer, can I talk to you about something?" "Sure,¡± Summer responded. She noticed something different about Yvette; she became gentle. "I have to take care of things for the fundraising and Valentine Mansion. Your father-inw and Mark are both in Gruden North without anyone to care for them. N?velDrama.Org owns all content. I am a little worried about them. Since you happen to b e free now, could you go over and take care of them for me?" Before summer even spoke, Jazz was already opposing strongly and said, "No way, an earthquake just happened over there. How could a pregnant woman be at such a ce?" "She''s only two months into her pregnancy. There isn¡¯t even a visible bump yet, so she should be fine. Your dad and Mark are both men. Who is going to do theirundry? Not to mention that Mark is a little bit o f a clean freak himself. Tell me, Jazz, how could I not b e worried?" Chapter 91 Chapter 91 Summer did not reject her request and nodded, "Sure, mom, I''ll be there tomorrow." She was going to idle away her time in the mansion anyway, and since there was an earthquake in Grudin North, maybe she could lend a hand if she was there. Just as Yvette said, her stomach had no bump at all. Her pregnancy wouldn''t bother her much. Jazz nced at her and said, "I¡¯ll go with Summer tomorrow." "Who are you giving trouble to going there?" Yvette glowered at him. "I am worried about Summer going to Grudin North alone. I can take care of her if I was with her," Jazz said with seriousness written all over his face. Even his cheeky peach blossom eyes were filled with determination. Unable to dissuade him, Yvette could only agree," There is no ess for nes yet. The chauffeur will bring both of you there tomorrow." During the night, Summer packed her luggage. She had no idea how long she would be in Grudin North, s o she brought everything she thought was necessary. The earthquake had just ended over there. They must be in desperate need of supplies. Since there was a car now, she nned to fill up the trunk with food and bring it over while they were at it. She woke up early the next morning. The sun was not even up yet. She had to go back home to deal with the $70,000. 1 Apparently, Sherman was up earlier than her. Summer saw her car as soon as she drove into the neighborhood. Without saying much, Sherman handed her the suitcase filled with money and asked, "Is this enough? I can get more from the bank if you need more..." "It definitely is, Sherman. But I won''t be able to pay you back in a short while. It''ll take me some time," Summer said softly. "Don''t you dare be a stranger with me!" Sherman said snappishly as she tapped on Summer¡¯s shoulder," We''re friends, Summer. It''s the least I can do for you. Besides, I am sure you would have also done the same thing for me, wouldn''t you?" N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content. Summer answered without the slightest hesitation, "N o doubt about it!" "That''s all I needed to know, now take the money and g o! I¡¯ve got to pay a visit to Billy''s mom with him when I get back," Sherman said loudly. Summer poked her arm and said, "Could you act like ady and show some ss?¡± "Ever since I''ve fallen for Billy, I have been chasing after him like a cat chases a mouse. I do not associate with the term ¡®ssydy'' anymore. I have even forgotten what it was like to be a ssydy for a long time. Anyway, that''s it; I''ve got to bounce." Nodding, Summer reminded her, "Drive slowly and be careful." Sherman waved to her in response, her car keys in hand. After checking off all the things on her to-do list, Summer and Jazz went on the ride to Grudin North from Santabaca, a journey that was going to take five hours. Summer felt fine in the beginning until three hourster when she felt that something was wrong - she was nauseous. She had never experienced carsickness; her pregnancy clearly caused it. Jazz told the chauffeur to roll down the windows to let the cold wind seep through the window. After what felt like years, Summer''s dizziness and nausea were finally gone. Her face had turned pale as death. Jazz was both sorry and worried. He had the chauffeur pull over the car for everyone to take a break before continuing their journey. Summer disagreed strongly as it would already be dark by the time they reached Grudin North if they maintained their current speed. They could not afford to make a stop. Eventually, Jazz gave in, and they went on with their journey. The road was bumpy, and Summer was exhausted after some time. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head against the window and slept. That was the only time Jazz dared to look at her so recklessly. She was his sister-inw in Valentine Mansion, his teacher in school. But only at that very moment, she was just Summer, and he was just Jazz. Chapter 92 Chapter 92 Summer¡¯s cheeks were reddish fair and her skin was delicate-it was almost spotless. Her eyshes were s o long that they looked like fans. Jazz took a couple of deep breaths. He could smell an ever so lightly orange fragrance. She seemed to be sound asleep, yet felt a little ufortable. She spontaneously frowned. He looked at her for a long time. He then carefully put his hand around her to draw her head to him so that she now rested on his shoulder. He did it so gently and quietly lest she wake up. She was leaning on him, but he never felt it heavy. All he knew was that his heart was pounding crazily. N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content. How good it would be if this could go on indefinitely. H e could have what he had been wanting all this while. The attending doctor walked out of the emergency room, feeling relieved. "She is out ofa, Mr. Valentine." Mark sprung to his feet, but barely kept his eyes open. "How is her condition?" He had not slept for two days. His voice was hoarse like a xylophone, yet it was still the acme of sexiness. "Nothing life-threatening. But since she hurt her leg and head, we must be cautious. The most important thing is to rest more." 1 "Got it." Mark nodded with his brows knitted together. The doctor left. Mark pushed open the door and walked into the ward. Baine was awake, but her face looked pale. She looked stunned for a second upon seeing Mark. Mark looked at her with an impassive face. She felt her lips dry and her mouth bitter as she spoke. "Why are you here?" "Why can¡¯t I be here?" Mark asked back. "Are you okay? The earthquake is just over here. There may be more aftershocks. It is not safe here." She coughed softly. "I didn''t know that you knew it was not safe," Mark said sarcastically, his eyes bloodshot. After a slight pause, he stared at her gravely, suddenly wishing to strangle her. "I am here just to see how tough you are, and whether you have died." Baine shuddered upon seeing the look in his eyes. It was frightening her. Her throat was dry. She swallowed, looked up at him, and changed the subject. "I am thirsty." She did not know what to do. It hurt her to hear him calling her aunt; she wanted him to call her by her name. But when he did, she was scared-she was afraid that she could not control herself. Mark gave her a few cold nces before turning around and walked out of the ward. Baine looked on as he went. "Good to see you the moment I woke up," she suddenly said. He stopped but did not say anything or look back. After a second or two, he disappeared out of the ward. A nurse, who was in her twenties and had a sporting and cheerful personality, came to change her dressing. "I am so envious of you, Miss Valentine," the nurse said. Baine squeezed a smile; the pain was making speaking difficult. "Envious about what? Bedridden like me?¡± "Of course not. The man who just went out-he looks like a model.¡± Chapter 93 Chapter 93 Admiration filled both the nurse''s words and eyes. "He treats you so well. He had been waiting outside the second you were brought into the emergency room. H e stayed by your side and never slept when you were i n aa for two days. I wish I could have a boyfriend like him." 1 He was good-looking with a model-like appearance. Most important of all, he treated his girlfriend well. How could she not be jealous of Raine? Raine was startled by what the nurse said. Her heart fluttered again, like the sea wavespping up against the shore. She was in aa for two days, and he stayed by her side the entire time? She was not sure how he felt toward her when she first came back from Athana. But now, it was certain. He still loved her. 1 Earlier, right before she passed out, all she thought of was him. She missed him dearly. After recing the dropper bottle, the nurse left, leaving Raine alone in the ward. It was so quiet that she could hear her own breathing. She was scared, as she seemed to have lost control of herself. Just then, she heard footsteps. Mark had brought a cup of water and came back into the ward. Standing b y the bed with an impassive expression, he took a cotton swab, dampened it, and rubbed her lips back and forth. The doctor said she had juste out of aa and must not immediately drink water. So he moistened her lips and quenched her thirst this way. Raine looked at him. "Aren''t you tired? Do you want to take a rest?¡± He ignored her, as if he did not hear her. "Are you angry with me? The child was lying in the room crying. I heard it clearly, and I could not bring myself to leave the child behind." "Why should I be angry? What you did was none of my business," he said faintly. "Could you move the tray for me, Mark? My leg hurts.¡± Raine gasped in pain. "You are feeling pain, eh? I thought you were so heroic that you couldn¡¯t even feel anything," he sneered. She knew he was sarcastic, but she was happy and felt the sweetness of his words. It was because he cared about her he spoke this way. I t was in his character. "I am a human being. I have feelings and can feel pain. I will be more careful next time." He nced at her, his expression bing indifference again. "Whatever," he said. Now, no one said a word. They could almost hear each other¡¯s breathing sound. Raine liked this silence. She could not help stealing nces at him. N?velDrama.Org owns all content. Time seemed to travel back to three years ago, during which they had a simr experience together. The silence did notst too long, as Jazz and Summer suddenly pushed open the door and came in. Mark looked surprised. "What are you two doing here?" "Mom asked me and Summer to take care of you two," Jazz said. He nced at Mark¡¯s hand. Raine hemmed and looked at Summer with a smile. ¡°H i, Summer, good to see you. Can I ask you for a favor? I need someone to help moisten my mouth with a cotton swab? Mark is too clumsy for the job.¡± The happiness she had experienced just now felt like something stolen from Summer. She felt guilty when she saw Summer. "Sure." Summer readily obliged with a smile. She walked over and took the water cup and cotton swab from Mark''s hands. She did not look at him at all. "How is your injury?" She struck up a conversation with Raine. Chapter 94 Chapter 94 "Except for my legs, which still hurt a bit, everything else is fine," Raine said. "When Jazz and I arrived, we heard that the child, whom you saved earlier, was all right. She is now sound asleep." "Good to know." Raine breathed a sigh of relief. Meanwhile, Mark looked at Summer with his eye narrowed. "There are quite a lot of empty rooms over there. You all can stay for the night. Just watch out for aftershocks." Raine looked at them with concern. She had been in aa for so long and did not know many aftershocks there had been. No one should underestimate the danger of aftershocks, especially when it urs at night, during which most people are asleep. "Don''t worry about us, Aunt. We all are aware of the danger," Jazz said. "All right. You all just have to be careful." Raine coughed. She was still frail. It was during this time that Ronald and his secretary arrived. While Mark gave Ronald a nod of acknowledgement, Jazz walked over and put his hand on Ronald¡¯s shoulder. "Hey, Dad, you are still so good-looking after so long." "You are still honey-tongued after so long. Look how settled and steady Mark is." "One staid guy is just nice; two make a boring pair." Jazz shook his head dismissively. Letting out an I-can''t-even smile, Ronald looked at Summer and started sizing her up. "This is..." Summer bit her lips, not sure how to respond. She just could not call him Dad and tell him she was his daughter-inw straight away, could she? While she was hesitating, Mark came to her rescue. " She is Summer Hart, my wife, your daughter-in- Ronald chortled. "I have asked a stupid question." Summer could sense Ronald''s indifference toward her. She did not know what to say, and might as well not say anything. So she just smiled politely. "How is the situation now, Ronald? Are the emergency supplies and rescue team in ce?¡± Raine asked. Ronald¡¯s expression became serious. ¡°The supplies have arrived, but they are barely enough. The rescue team is on its way. You haven''t recovered yet, so don''t think too much. People have started to get a good handle on the situation." He paused before he continued. "There are some empty rooms. Omar will take you all there. I just dropped by to check you out. I have to leave now." So Mark and Jazz saw him out, and the rest of them remained in the ward. Summer gave Raine some mushroom soup and helped clean her face. It was not until Raine fell asleep the three of them left with Omar Ellis, Ronald¡¯s assistant. It was a ten-minute walk from the hospital. The rooms were basic but clean, equipped with a kitchen, a bathroom, and all the essential. But because of the earthquake, there was no heating i n the room. So it was cold. Summer poured herself a ss of hot water and held i t in her hand to keep warm. N?velDrama.Org holds ? this. Meanwhile, Mark put aside his coat, sat on the edge of the bed, and gently kneaded his forehead with his hand. He had not slept for two days, his head feeling heavy. His bloodshot eyes and tired face told Summer that Mark needed a sleep. ¡°Sleep if you are tired. I am going out for a while." Chapter 95 Chapter 95 "Where are you going?¡± He asked, looking at her with his brows slightly furrowed. "Go to Jazz''s room. The suitcase is still with him. You sleep first. I will be back in a while." As soon as her voice trailed off and before Mark could say anything, she walked out of the room with the ss in her hand. He looked on as she went, his eyes narrowing. Jazz was leaning against the headboard. He was not sleepy. Her faint scent of orange still lingered in his nostrils. It smelled fresh and so good. Her face appeared in his mind. The warm breathing out through her red lips blew onto his neck and gave him an itchy feeling. Jazz was twenty and sexually mature. He knocked himself in the head with his hand when h e suddenly became self-aware-he should not have fantasized about his brother¡¯s wife. Just as he felt upset of himself, the door swung open and Summer came in. Jazz looked back in shock and nearly fell out of bed. H e was too afraid to look her in the eyes. "Haven''t you slept yet, Jazz?" She did not notice his strange reaction. "I saw the door was open and so I just walked in. Am I disturbing you?" "N-n-no, not at all." Jazz stammered. Summer might not have seen what he did, he thought to himself. "I am here to get the suitcase.¡± She pointed at the suitcase in the corner. "By the way, do you know N?velDrama.Org holds ? this. how old Baine is?" She had been curious about this for a long time. "Thirty-one; one year older than Mark. Ant was adopted." Summer¡¯s heart skipped a beat with her brows knitted together. She did not know that before this. "Baine was adopted?" "Yeah." Jazz did not want to hide that from Summer. I t was better to let her know about the truth. Summer nodded and asked no further. "It is gettingte. Have a good night." He looked on as she went. He then suddenly asked reached the doorway. "Are you in love with him?" Summer stopped in her tracks. "At the beginning, you married Mark because of you were pregnant. But what about now?" She turned around with a smile and then said snappishly, "Don''t be a busybody. Go to sleep. Good night." She left and closed the door behind her. When she returned to the room, Mark had not slept yet. He was leaning against the headboard with the quilt covering his lower body. "Is Jazz asleep?" Mark asked. "Not yet, I will unpack the things first.¡± She squatted on the floor and opened the suitcase. There were few things inside; just some winter clothes. Mark looked at her; her back was facing him. He was alert the entire time when she was away. He listened t o the rustling sound with his eyes half-closed as he took some shut-eye. After finishing unpacking, Summer turned around and was surprised to find that he had fallen asleep. Seeing his clothes on the edge of the bed, she walked over with light steps and took the clothes into the bathroom while keeping the noise to the minimum. Chapter 96 Chapter 96 There was no hot water supply in this ce. She turned on the faucet and filled the tub, then put his coat, shirt, and pants in, sprinkle with washing powder, and rubbed them with her hands. The water was biting cold. She could barely keep her hands from freezing. But she adapted to it after a while. A washing machine was on the side. She could use it t o spin the clothes dry. Otherwise, the clothes would still be wet by tomorrow morning. After cleaning things up, she could finally go to bed. The cold was a concern because there was no heating i n the room. But her worries turned out to be unnecessary-Mark¡¯s body heat warmed the bed like a firece. After a day on the road, Summer was getting motion sickness. So she crashed out as soon as shey on the bed. At night, the room was so quiet that only the faint sound of their breathing was in the air. Early the next morning, when Mark woke us, Summer was still snuggling in his arms. Cold made her body curling up into a ball and instinctively snuggling up against him. Her hands wrapped around him, and her cheeks red. The corner o f her mouth turned up so slightly, as if she was N?velDrama.Org owns all content. smiling. Mark raised an eyebrow, with the corner of his mouth curling up. He carefully took her hands off him before he got out of bed. He cast his eyes out on the balcony and saw his clothes fluttering in the chilly wind. He walked out and took them in his hand. They were all dry, fresh and clean, with a faint smell of fragrance. So he took them back in. His face broke out in a gentle smile. 1 Without Mark as a human firece, the cold woke Summer up. When she opened her eyes, she found Mark was not beside her. She sat up on the bed and put on her clothes, then went to wash her face and brushed her teeth. The icy waterpletely woke her up now. When she re-emerged from the bathroom, Mark was sitting at the table. Two buckets of instant ramen were in front of him. He tapped on the table with his fingers. "Let¡¯s get some breakfast." She nodded and sat down at the table, then looked at him. He was eating like a gentleman. She shrugged and felt a little surprised, as she never knew Mark would eat instant ramen. As if Mark had sensed her stare, he looked up from his ramen. "Aren''t you eating? There is nothing else to eat here. We will have to make do with this.¡± Compromise had never been in Mark''s dictionary. Summer was pleasantly surprised. She sat with her back straight, shaking her head, and chuckled. "I thought instant ramen was not your cup o f tea?" "Not that bad after all." He had finished the ramen and the soup, looking up at her. He looked unspeakably sexy with a tiny stain left on his lip. After the so-called breakfast, the two headed straight t o the hospital. Jazz was already in the ward, cracking jokes, while Raineughed in amusement. "I will be fine. Summer is here. You two should go," Raine said gently to Mark and Jazz. "They need help outside. Staying here is not going to help anything. Just go." Mark nodded and looked at Summer. "Call me if anything." "Okay.¡± Summer nodded. After the two left, silence fell. Things became a little awkward in the room. Summer and Raine had only met a few times and never talked to each other before this. So the awkward atmosphere was expected. Chapter 97 Chapter 97 Besides, Summer was not so much of an extrovert. She would only feelfortable and could talk freely i n front of people she was familiar with. "How was your sleepst night?" Baine broke the silence. Summer nodded as she handed a cup of water to Baine. "It was all right." "This ce is not as happening as Santabaca, but the scenery is beautiful. The amodation here is basic, though. I was worried that you guys couldn''t get used to it." "It is all right. Pretty good. Hey, would you like some mushroom soup?" Summer asked. "I will make it myself. I can move around freely despite the pain in my legs." Baine smiled. ¡°I can take care of myself.¡± Summer gave a smile, and they struck up a conversation. "What major did you study at university?" Summer asked. "I studiedw and wanted to be awyer. But now I am working as the assistant secretary to the governor. Sometimes, in life, you don''t get what you wish for." Something resonated with her, and she continued." Can you help take the phone out of my purse? It has been three days since the earthquake. He must have seen the news. I almost forgot to call him to let him know I am safe." "Are you talking about your fiance? May I ask what is h e doing for a living?" Summer was curious. "He is a university professor." "Wow, a professor! He must be the one making the first move, I guess." Raine let out an acquiescing smile. "You can say that." As Summer opened Raine''s purse to rummage for Raine''s cell phone, a photo in the purse suddenly caught her attention. It was the photo of Raine and Mark embracing each other intimately. In the photo, the smile on Raine¡¯s face was clean and graceful, like a flower that bloomed in the spring. In contrast, Mark looked impassive with only his lips turning up in a subtly smile. When Raine saw Summer frozen on the spot and staring at something, she immediately thought of the photo in the purse. N?velDrama.Org owns all content. How could she forget such an important thing? "Have you found the phone, Summer?" Rained asked quickly. Summer pulled her mind back and took out the cell phone with a smile. "I found it." Was it not normal for an aunt and her nephew to have photos together? It was true that Raine was young and beautiful and not biological-rted to Mark, that did not change the fact that she was Mark¡¯s aunt. Besides, she was already engaged. So Summer thought her worries might be unfounded. Making a foregone conclusion that they were in an abnormal rtionship based on just an intimate photo, that Raine was adopted, and their way of interaction was absurd, she thought. "Thank you." Raine took the phone from her and made a call to her fiance. She briefly told him she was okay and asked him not to worry. She hung up and put the phone away after just talking for a few minutes. She then looked at Summer and continued the chat. "I heard from Yvette that you and Mark went to Norwood for honeymoon." "Yeah, we visited his grandma while honeymooning there. But we didn''t stay long." "Where did they all go in Norwood?" Raine asked curiously. "dust Harwood Citadel and Chatforte Tops." Chapter 98 Chapter 98 "I have been to these two ces, too. Those sceneries are beautiful. Did you take any photos?" Summer fiddled with the ss in her hand and shook her head. "No." Rain let out a gentle smile. "Was it because of Mark? H e was camera-shy since he was a child and avoided it like a gue. You wouldn''t believe how long it took m e to persuade him to take a photo with me. I might be his aunt, but he just wouldn''t care." Raine said this for a purpose. She knew Summer had seen the photo. She did not want Summer to overthink. So she brought up the photo topic and exined it in a subtle way. "Why is he camera-shy?" Summer looked over with curiosity. "I have got no clue. He just doesn¡¯t like it. It started since he was small. Except for family photos, he would not budge a bit. He is still the same today.¡± There was an I-can''t-even look on Raine''s face. "I guess something must be wrong with him." Summer shrugged and said jokingly. "Yeah, a camera-shypany president will make a funny news headline." Raine yed along with a thoughtful look. They exchanged a nce and burst intoughter. Just then, a nurse came into the ward with sks in her hands. "Miss Valentine, you look much better now. You might get out of bed in a few days," the nurse said. "Yeah, I have been lying in bed for many days. If this goes on like this, I might forget how to walk soon," Raine joked. As the nurse was carrying two sks, Summer reached out a hand to offer her help. But before Summer had gotten hold of the sk, the nurse let go, thinking that she did. The next moment Summer knew it, there was a loud clunk, and the sk tipped over. Boiling water sshed onto one of her feet. An excruciating pain ripped through her. She gasped i n pain, her face pale. Her foot hurt so much that she had to hop away. The nurse was frozen on the spot in fright. Raine called out to the nurse anxiously, "Emily! Emily! Quick! Take a look at the burns on her foot!" The nurse named Emily Davis came to her senses. She quickly helped Summer sit down, then took off her shoe and sock. The boiling water had gotten to the skin of her instep. I t was red and swollen. Summer felt a burning sensation. Emily wasted no time in cleaning her wound, applying ointment, and put on a dressing. She did that all in one fell swoop. Summer¡¯s face was still pale, her body shivering from the pain. The ointment was aggravating the pain. She felt as if a knife cut into her skin. Raine looked worried. She asked the nurse. "Is her condition serious?" "She might need to be confined to bed for a few days and wait for the wound to heal. It was my fault. Had I not let go the sk so quickly, the sk would not have fallen and shattered, and boiling water This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?. would not have sshed onto her foot." The young nurse was ming herself. She felt so guilty that her eyes welled up. Summer felt sorry for the nurse, too. She tried tofort the nurse. "It is okay. It doesn''t hurt that much anymore. It will heal in a few days. I am partially at fault, too." The young nurse felt even more guilty. She stayed beside Summer the entire afternoon to take care of her. Raine called Mark on the phone and briefly told him what had happened so that he woulde to pick up Summer. Half an hourter, Mark arrived. He looked at Summer''s bandaged foot and narrowed his eyes. "How did you hurt yourself?¡± Chapter 99 Chapter 99 The young nurse shivered and did not dare to look up. So Summer patted her on the shoulder and yed the things down. "It is no big deal. Just a little ssh from the sk." "Is it serious?" Jazz looked concerned. "Emily treated it and put on a dressing. Nothing serious. It was just a spatter." Mark raised his eyebrows and looked at her suspiciously. "Since there is nothing serious, why don''t you walk a few steps?" If she was to get down and walk now, this foot of hers would go kaput for sure. He hissed and strode over, then bent to carry Summer i n his arms. Summer instinctively put her arms around his neck. She gritted her teeth in pain when her foot hurt from the slightest movement. "Why are you grimacing? Did you not say it was just a minor stter of boiling water?" Mark looked at her. She red at him snappishly because he was digging at her despite knowing that the burns were serious. He could read her mind. "You seem to have a strong opinion about me, eh?" "I didn¡¯t." She forced her words through her teeth, but kept a benign face. "Can we go now, Mr. Valentine? My foot hurt even more this way.¡± Mark stared at her. "This will serve as a good reminder." He then turned to Jazz. "You stay here. I will send Summer back.¡± "Got it.¡± Jazz took his eyes off Summer. There was a hint of sadness on his face, but his voice N?velDrama.Org holds ? this. remained steady. As Mark went, Jazz again gazed at Summer, while Raine looked at Mark from her bed. They each had something on their minds. Raine pulled back her eyes and kept her head low when Mark was out if her sight. Jazz sunk back into the settee and cast a look at Raine. "Do you still love Mark?" "Jazz-" "You don''t have to tell me. I was just asking." Jazz suddenly interrupted. Heughed. He did not really want to know the answer. It was between Mark and Raine, and had nothing to do with him. It would do him no good by knowing. He did not want to be that busybody. But Raine was hesitating. "What will you do if the girl you love doesn¡¯t belong to you?¡± "Simple. If she loves me, I will want to be with her, no matter what. But if she doesn¡¯t love me, I will wait.¡± Just like what happened now. The only thing he could do was wait. He had no clue when Mark would let go of Summer. Neither did he know if the two would divorce. But he knew that when the opportunity arose, he would seize it at once and never let go. "Wait? Until when?¡± Baine asked. "As long as I can, I will do everything I can, until I can''t wait any longer.¡± Baine looked at him. "Will you regret it if she marries someone else?" Jazz did not answer her question directly. He let out a faint smile, and then his face turned serious. "How many people do you think we can love in our lifetime? If you don¡¯t do your best, I am sure all you get is regret, pain, and memories in the end.¡± Begret, pain, and memories¡ªthree words that were the best portrayal of her state of mind right now. The feelings were obvious, profound, and vivid. Chapter 100 Chapter 100 Raine could not describe her feelings when Mark left with Summer. It weighed on her heart so much that she felt suffocating, but more of sadness. Since she decided to let go of Markpletely and during her three years in Athana, she had been on the recollection stage and reminiscing about the time they had been together. Things had been out of sight and out of mind for quite a while. But now, things were happening in front of her. She did not know how she could stay aloof anymore. She was confused and emotionally disarrayed-so much so that she did not know what to do. He was now giving another woman the love and affection that he used to shower on her. She used to n where they would go on their honeymoon, and imagine what life would be like after marriage. But things fell apart. It was not her who became his wife; it was not her who went on the honeymoon; and i t was not she who lived with him after marriage. Her hands on her sides squeezed the quilt, her mind a muddle. The words of Ronald and Jazz kept ringing in her mind. Lying quietly in bed, she let her mind drift and was drowned in her thoughts. Likewise, Jazz sank back on the settee, not saying a word. He was worried about Summer''s injury. Summer gasped and grimaced in pain in Mark''s arm. He nced at her and freed up a hand to open the door. "Have you had dinner?¡± "Not yet." She shook her head. After he ced her on the bed, he went into the kitchen. Summer then heard a series of ding-ngs ''What is he doing?'' Summer was puzzled and curious. Feeling bored, she picked up the newspaper on her side to kill time. Mark had been in the kitchen for a This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?. quite a while. The paper was talking about the economic development in Grudin North. There was another one talking about an interview with Ronald. Ronald talked about his giving up of government jobs i n Norwood and Santabaca, and his decision on staying in Grudin North to help its developments. She was not interested in economic things. So put the paper away and turned on her cell phone. She saw four unread messages, which were all from Jazz. ''How is the wound? Is it serious?¡¯ ''Have you treated the wound?¡¯ ''Have you had your dinner?'' ''Are you asleep?'' Her phone was in silent mode, so she did not know there were iing messages without looking at her phone. Thest message was dated ten minutes ago. She replied to Jazz''s messages, asking him to rest early and not to worry about her. As soon as she put away her phone, Mark emerged from the kitchen with a bowl in his hands. He first put the bowl on the table, and then came to carry her to the dining table. She looked at the bowl of oatmeal and then up at him i n surprise. Mark furrowed his brows. He squinted and gently knocked on the table. "Are you going to eat the oatmeal or me?" Summer snapped back. She lowered her head and took a spoonful-it tasted light and pretty good. "I didn''t know you could cook. What other skills you have? I am really curious to know." Chapter 101 Chapter 101 Mark pointed with his chin, motioning her to shut up and start eating. She shrugged and creased her nose before tucking in. It had been two days since they arrived in Grudin North. They had been surviving on instant ramen and bread. So oatmeal was a wee change. She polished off the oatmeal in no time and grinned at him. "Can I have another bowl, please?¡± "Since you have asked, I have no reason to say no." He got up, took her empty bowl, and disappeared into the kitchen. No matter when and where, he always looked elegant and tempting. The night was silent, and she shivered from the cold. But she enjoyed the time they were together. Perhaps it was the pregnancy, or maybe hunger; she made a pig of herself tonight by finishing two bowls of oatmeal. She went to bed and shivered under the nket. Mark whisked open the quilt and got in. The bed beside her sank under his weight. She felt the heat of his body and instinctively got closer to him. Aware of her action, Mark folded his arms in front of his chest and asked with a listless voice, "You cold?" She nodded. There was no heating in the room and it did not help that she shivered. "Call me darling and I will give you warmth," he said i n a frivolous tone of voice. She looked at him snappishly. "You should be embarrassed of yourself for asking for a favor from a patient." "Why should I?" he said as matter-of-factly. "I expect t o get something in return for my effort." That sounded weird to the ears. He chuckled, wrapped his hand around her waist, and drew her closer to him so that she snuggled against his chest. "It is my pleasure, Mrs. Valentine." He lowered his chin, his hot breath blowing against her earlobes. His hot breath not just warmed her ear but also made i t feel itchy and red. Her body was warming up, but the posture was notfortable. So she put her hands on his chest and pushed herself away from him. Just then, Markmanded with his deep and hoarse voice. "Lie still." She instantly blushed and was frozen in ce. Summer felt time passing incredibly slow in her current posture. After a long while, Mark put his hand on her back and drew her closer to him. She was now lying on his chest, her head rising and falling as he breathed. "Now close your eyes and sleep," he mumbled. She did not look up but just rested on his chest, hearing his heart beating. The heat from his body did a pretty good job of keeping her warm. She somehow did not feel like sleeping now because her heart was pounding, her face blushing, and she kept swallowing involuntarily. It took her awhile before she felt sleepy again. Her eyes closed involuntarily and then she gradually fell asleep. It was a dreamless night. She woke up at nine the next morning. Sitting in bed, she stretched and looked out of the window. The sky that had been staying cloudy for the past few days had cleared up. The sun was showing its N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content. face. It was a good day. She ran a little calction in her mind: It was December 20 today-ten more days to go before New Year''s Day. 2 People in Grudin North were having a hard time because of the disaster. Many lost their loved ones, family, and friends. It was only natural that few people in Grudin North were in the mood for celebration. She could not help but feel sad and was emotionally disturbed when she thought of the many casualties. The burns on the back of her feet impaired her movement. She was bedridden, staring at her cell phone, and asionally reading the newspaper. She also never felt hungry, as Mark had never failed to bring her food. When he was busy and could note back, he would send his assistant Omar, and he woulde back early in the evening. Over time, she got used to this routine. Every time when the door swung open at 7:00 pm, she knew he was back. Chapter 102 Chapter 102 Sometimes, Mark would leave a few books on the bed, and she would read those books to kill time when she was bored. Life here was a mundane routine, yet felt special and real. In the hospital ward. Before the crack of dawn, Baine had already woken up. There was a trace of blush on her otherwise pale cheeks. She looked much better than before. She nced out of the window, and then turned her eyes to the door, as if she was expecting someone. Her eyes lit up in expectation when she heard footsteps and the door of the ward was pushed open from the outside. A nurse walked in and greeted her with a smile. "Good morning, Miss Valentine. You rose so early today.¡± Baine was disappointed, her expression a little stiff. But it was just for a few seconds before she let out a faint smile, as usual. "I woke up naturally because I couldn''t sleep any longer. How is the weather today?¡± "It is still too early to tell. If the weather forecast is anything to go by, it should be sunny today. You may get out of bed and go for a walk outside when the sunes out. It is always good to move around asionally." "All right," she said absent-mindedly. No one knew what she was thinking. The nurse reced the dropper bottle and adjusted the speed. "You only need one bottle today. So it will all be over soon." "Thank you." Raine pulled back her drifting gaze and nodded at the nurse. She nced at the dropper bottle once; the drops dripped slowly. She felt drowsy, but still tossed and turned the entire time. So, she thought she might as well get up. Propping herself up and leaning against the headboard, she gazed out of the window. It was nine in the morning when Jazz came. He brought a bowl of oatmeal that he bought from the hospital cafeteria. She finished the oatmeal, and then looked at Jazz, who was slouching in the chair and swiping his finger on the phone. "How is Summer now?" Jazz was still ying with his phone. "She needs time to recover. She still can''t walk." "Then how is she getting her meals?" N?velDrama.Org owns all content. "Mark is taking care of her. Also, there is Omar." "So what is Mark doing these few days?" She tried to sound him out. "As you know, Valentine Group has donated a great deal of emergency supplies. Mark is overseeing the operation." "Is he busy every day? Since you have time, help your brother. I am recovering fast and can take care of myself." Raine smiled. Jazz shrugged absent-mindedly. "He is not so busy, actually. Every time before I got back, Mark would be back in the room. He can handle everything by himself. I don''t want to help and end up throwing a monkey wrench into the job." "When do you usually go back?" Raine furrowed her brows. "Are you still ying around?" "Come on, Aunt! I am twenty this year. I am a man. Don''t use the ''y around'' words on me." "Tell me you didn''t. I don''t have to remind you, do I?" "I hope you can treat me as an adult from now on. I am no longer the same Jazz you knew." He sounded serious, as if he meant business. To be fair to him, he no longer had that childlike look on his face. "What is wrong with you recently? I have got a feeling that there is something wrong with you. You have a girl you like?" Raineughed. She had hit him in the soft spot. He evaded her eyes and buried his face in the screen of his phone. "You overthink," he replied. "Really? Are you really sure that I overthink, not that you evade my question?" Raine watched Jazz growing up and knew him like the back of her hand. No way Jazz could lie to her. Jazz nced at the dropper bottle and then steered the conversation away. "The dropper bottle is empty. Let me push you out to get some fresh air. The weather is wonderful today.¡± He was still evasive by changing the topic. But Raine did not give up. "What does the girl look like? Have I met her before? When will you introduce her to me? You know I have a keen eye, don''t you?" "Oh,e one. It is none of your business. I will take care of it myself. Your job is to recover as soon as possible." Jazz now pushed back her question, less evasive. The more Jazz evaded Raine¡¯s questions, the more curious she became. He bent over and carried Raine up in his arm, then ced her in the wheelchair and pushed her out of the ward. The hospital suffered minor damage despite the earthquake. There was an artificialke, surrounded b y grassyndscape and trees in the middle of the hospital. She had stayed indoors for several days. It was refreshing, and all boredom vanished the moment she got out in the open. As they went round the artificialke, Jazz saw the back of someone he knew up ahead. He looked carefully and made out who the person was. It was Mark''s assistant. "Omar?" Jazz called out. Omar stopped and came up to them. "Hi, Jazz." "Where are you going in such a hurry?" Jazz nced a t the documents in Omar¡¯s hands. Chapter 103 Chapter 103 "A batch of medical supplies have just arrived. I am checking it before it goes into storage.¡± Sweat was trickling down Omar''s forehead. "Since you are here, who will deliver lunch to Summer?" Omar took a breath. "I have been busy running around these few days. So I am not returning to the ce. Mr. Valentine is taking care of her." "Cool. I will leave you to it." Jazz waved him away. At first, he thought of delivering lunch to Summer. Now i t seemed that would not be necessary, as Mark was taking care of it. There was a subtle change of expression on Raine''s face. The sun might havee out, but the weather improved little. The wind was still blowing, and it was chilly. Just half an hour outside, Raineined of the cold. She wanted to cut short of the walk, as she felt tired. After Jazz pushed her back to the room, he received a call and left in a hurry. Raine was left alone, staring nkly with her brows furrowed. She put her hand to her chest, feeling a pang of heartache. Ever since Summer injured her foot, Mark had not visited her in the hospital. At first, she was okay with it. But her confidence was shaken in the past few days. She was wrestling with her thoughts, hesitant, and at a loss. She thought if Mark did note, she could slowly forget all the touching moments between them, as if nothing had ever happened. But when he stoppeding, exactly like what she had thought, she was depressed, lonely, and wished h e coulde again. These contradictory andplicated emotions upset and even agonized her. So when Jazz came to visit today, she tried to get to know Mark''s whereabouts form him. When she heard Mark was busy, she thought that must be the reason he did note. So she was cool with that. But after bumping into Omar and hearing what he said, she found herself so stupid. He did not have time to visit her, but he had time to return to thepany branch every afternoon. The difference between what she thought and what really happened pained her. Did Mark fall in love with Summer, or simply take care of her? She could not shake the thoughts from her head. They continued to ravage her mentally. She thought of what Ronald said: ''make the same mistake over and over again until one reaches the point of no return.'' She would only push Mark farther and farther away from her. N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content. But what could she do? The thoughts were driving her crazy. Her head felt heavy and dizzy. She put the back of her hand to her forehead. It was burning hot. She had a fever. It must be because of the chilly wind. And she had a blocked nose. She felt a fire burning inside her and her strength leaving her. She pursed her lips; it was dry-same as her throat. She spontaneously picked up her cell phone and made a call. "I feel terrible.... Really terrible...¡± she muttered into the phone. She then hung up and put the phone aside, theny there without alerting the nurses. A whileter, Mark rushed into the ward and looked at her with a grave expression on his handsome face. Chapter 104 Chapter 104 Her cheeks were flushed, lips dry. She looked sick and was wriggling in bed. He frowned as he put the back of his hand on her forehead. His eyes narrowed when he felt her burning forehead. A nurse hurried in and took temperature and examined Raine. The nurse kept her head low the entire time, as she did not dare to look at his expression. "Why does her body temperature shoot up all of a sudden?" Mark looked at the nurse. "Is this how you look after the patient?¡± The rising pitch of his voice made the nurse tremble. She quickly exined, "Your younger brother came to the hospital today, and brought Miss Valentine outside to get some fresh air. She must have caught a cold at that time. Judging by the seriousness of her condition, someone had better stay by her side at night. It could develop into pneumonia." 1 Mark said nothing again. He stood aside and leaned against a chair with his lips pursed as he watched the nurse administering medication. The nurse left in a whirlwind after finishing her job. He came to the bedside and sat down on the edge of the bed. Beads of sweat were popping up on Baine''s forehead while she gripped his hand tightly and refused to let go. He tried to move, but she gripped him harder. She was whispering something in her mouth, but he could not make out what she was saying. He gently wiped the sweat off her forehead. He then looked at the time; it was 7:30 pm. He thought of the bedridden woman back in the room. So he took out his phone, but it ran out of battery and had switched off. Kneading his brow, he put his phone back into his coat pocket and nced down at Baine and sat motionless for a long time. Her condition did not seem to improve. In the room. It was 8:00 pm, but Mark had not returned. Summer became worried, wondering if something happened to him. Mark had never failed toe back every afternoon and at 7:00 pm every day for the past few days. But today, that record had been broken. Not only did Mark note back at noon, but he had also not returned even though half an hour had passed. Anxiously, she dialed his number. A sweet female voice answered, telling her, ''Sorry, the number you have dialed is not reachable.¡¯ ''Mark has switched off the phone? Has something really happened to him?'' She sat on the bed and started to imagine things. She could not stop her negative thinking. She could not sleep. She sat up, staring at the door, and waited. Two hours had passed, and it was 10:00 pm. Mark was still nowhere to be seen. She went from worrying to panicking. ''Is he still at work, or has something bad happened? Did a house suddenly copse during the search and rescue operation, or did his car get into an ident?''N?velDrama.Org owns all content. She did not want to think that way, but she could not control herself. It was gettingte and she could not contact him. How could she not be worried? So she got out of bed slowly, put on a slipper on one foot, and hopped out of the room. Her foot hurt, but it was still bearable. Jazz''s room was at the other end of the building. So she could make it there in no time. She knocked on the door five or six times, only then she got a response. Jazz answered the door with a pair of drowsy eyes. Chapter 105 Chapter 105 Jazz waspletely awake upon seeing Summer. He quickly brushed down his wrinkled clothes. But when he knew it, looked down at her feet. Summer was holding the doorjamb with both hands and standing on one foot with the injured one resting o n the uninjured one to hold herself steady. His expression changed, and he quickly carried her up in his arms. "What are you doing here with your injured foot?¡± "Jazz, your brother has not returned until now. I couldn''t get through his phone. Do you know what happened to him?" She sounded worried. Jazz was startled for a second, and then said with a yful smile. "You are overthinking. Mark will be fine." "But this ce is no Santabaca. The earthquake has just been over, and chaos is still everywhere. The most important thing is I can''t get through his phone." "Maybe we should wait and see first.¡± Jazz carried her back to her room. She sat on the bed while Jazz on the edge of the bed. They waited. Another two hours had passed. Summer had lost her patience. She was anxious and worried. Her eyes kept darting between her phone and the door. Her emotions were written all over her face. Jazz saw that. He sighed and got to his feet. "Don''t go anywhere, but wait here. I will go find Mark and call you when I have found him." N?velDrama.Org holds ? this. "Be careful." She nodded vigorously. Jazz mimed an ''OK'' with his hand and left. The air temperature in the morning of December plummeted to minus 44-to 46-degree Fahrenheit. There was no one on the streets at this freezing temperature. The icy wind hit Jazz''s face and numbed his skin. He struggled to move his facial muscles as if they had all been frozen. He first went to the ce where the relief supplies distribution center of Valentine Group was. The light was still on. Two people on duty were dozing off when he walked in. "Where is Mark?" He struggled to open his mouth and was tongue-tied. "He already left at noon." "Noon?¡± Jazz raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, he left right after receiving a call." "Do you know who called him?" "We don''t know." No way they would dare to pry into theirpany president''s privacy. Right now, Jazz could only think of one ce: the hospital. Walking in the freezing cold again, he pulled his jacket tighter to his body and quickened his pace. The moment he arrived at the hospital and opened the ward door, what he saw made his hackles rise. Raine was lying on the hospital bed, and Mark was leaning against the headboard beside her, hand in hand. Jazz strode over to Mark, his chest heaving with fury. Mark sensed a shadow falling over him and looked u p. "Did you bring her outside today?" Mark asked. "Yeah, why?¡± Jazz was fit to be tied, his voice showing that. While Summer was worried about Mark, Mark was here with Raine. Not only that, he did not even bother to make a phone call. This was the first time Jazz was disrespectful to his elder brother. "Looks like you have a strong opinion with me." Mark frowned. He paused for a second before he continued." She has caught a cold and fever of nearly one hundred and four degrees.¡± Jazz nced at Raine and only then he noticed her abnormally flushed cheeks. Chapter 106 Chapter 106 Jazz toned his anger down and felt a sense of guilt. Had he not brought Raine outside today, she would not have caught a cold. "Since you are here, please call Summer and tell her I won''t go back tonight. No need to call me because my phone''s battery is dead.¡± He kneaded his brow with his left hand and shifted to a morefortable sitting posture as he spoke to Jazz. Jazz''s expression was stiff. He hemmed. "Your phone¡¯s battery is dead?" "Oh-huh? Is there a problem?" Shaking his head, Jazz took out his phone and made the call. The call was picked up in just a while. He briefly told Summer about the situation here and asked her not to worry and told her to get rest. Jazz was embarrassed of himself after knowing the truth. But at least he did not follow his impulse to whack Mark. Otherwise, he would get himself into even more embarrassment. "Go back and get a rest,¡± Mark said to Jazz faintly. " You maye tomorrow morning." "I will take your ce tomorrow early morning." Jazz nodded. He could see the tiredness on Mark''s face. He was leaving when he stopped in his tracks and turned around in the doorway. "Give Summer a call tomorrow morning. She has been worried about you the entire day, thinking that you might have gotten into an ident. That''s why I am here." Mark nodded. There was a hint of gentleness on his face. Just that he was not aware of it. After hanging up, Summer felt relieved. She looked at the time and could not believe that it was 1.00 am now. After hours of worrying about Mark, she only started t o feel sleepy now. Shey on the bed but could not fall asleep. She felt as if something was missing. She could not get used to this feeling. Shaking the thought from her head, she flipped her body around to sleep on her other side. Habit was a N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content. terrible thing, she thought. The next morning. It was the crack of dawn when Summer woke up. Her sleep was shallowst night. She was jolted out of her sleep at the slightest sound. When she opened her eyes, the sky outside was still dark. She let out a sigh. She sat up and got dressed, then got out of bed and tried to put her feet on the floor. She was recovering. The pain had lessened significantly. Since she could not fall back into sleep, she thought she might as well move her body and visit Raine in the hospital. She grabbed her scarf and gloves and then walked out of the room slowly. Meanwhile, Raine let out a couple of coughs. She opened her eyes and saw Mark leaning on the edge of the bed. He had fallen asleep and looked tired. As she looked at him, her mind traveled back to three years ago. This scene reminded her of three years ago. Chapter 107 Chapter 107 Raine bit her lips and closed her eyes when she recalled the phone call she made yesterday afternoon. Why did she not control herself at that time? She should not have made that phone call. At that time, she was out of control and just following her instinct. Whenever she was in danger, the first person she thought of was him, and she wanted him to be by her side forever. She felt rxed, contented, at ease, and without the slightest sense of emptiness the moment she opened her eyes and saw him. She was happy. She had not had this feeling for a long time. She gazed at him, looking at his handsome face, carefully ingraining his face in her mind for a thousand times. It had been three years since shest looked at him at such a close distance. He was now steadier and more maturepared to three years ago. Like red wine that had gone through the process of fermentation, he was mellow and attractive. Raine shifted her body to get closer to him. Her heart thumping violently as she did that, as if she was a thief. Leaning down gently, she nted her red lips on his forehead. The kiss was as light as feathers. She was afraid of disturbing him, or worse, waking him up. But all this was witnessed by Summer, who happened to push open the door ande in at that moment. Summer froze on the spot upon seeing what she saw. Raine was also stunned. The air seemed to freeze, as silent as death. The two of them looked at each other from a distance. Summer was staring at Raine just as Raine was staring at Summer. The distance was just about right for Summer to see everything clearly. No one knew what to say. Even if they spoke, they did not know where to begin. They remained in their posture and looked at each other in silence for a long while. At this time, Jazz suddenly arrived and broke the silence. He reprimanded Summer. "Didn''t I tell you not to move around? Don¡¯t you care about your feet?" Summer snapped back but did not hear what Jazz said. "What did you just say?" Jazz gave her an I-can''t-even look and then repeated himself. "Does your foot still hurt?" "Not at all. Better now. Otherwise, I would not have walked all the way from my room." She put up a smile. Jazz was relieved. "Why are you standing here and not going in?" While speaking, he walked past her and saw Baine and Mark. Baine was awake, and Mark was just about t o open his eyes. "I have just arrived." Summer said, not answering Jazz''s question directly. Whatever she saw, she first kept it to herself. Mark sat up, his eyes still slightly bloodshot, and tiredness remained on his face. "Your foot is okay now?" He squinted his eyes and looked at Summer and then down at her foot. "Almost. It was no longer painful when I walked here from the room." Summer nodded. "Let the doctor check again. It is about time to change the dressing. It is not up to you to decide if you can walk yet." His voice is deep, with a huskiness that was unique to a person just waking up. It was sultry yet demanded submission. A doctor and a nurse walked in afterward. The doctor examined Baine while the nurse checked Summer''s wound. Both Baine and Summer were fine, nothing major.N?velDrama.Org holds ? this. Chapter 108 Chapter 108 Mark had to return to the amodation area to work on some documents, and Jazz followed him. That left Summer and Raine in the room. Summer was sitting by the window and sipping water from a ss, a storm raging in her mind. She saw it; there was something between Raine and Mark, and Raine apparently admired and like him. Raine nced at Summer asionally, her lips moving but saying nothing. Not that she did not want t o say it. It was just that she did not know where to begin. Atst, Raine spoke after a long while. "Let''s talk, Summer." Summer nodded with a calm expression and put the ss aside. "Okay, let''s talk." Raine clenched the quilt with her hands. She looked gracious and tactful. "I suppose you have seen it." "I saw everything. I think you owe me an exnation," Summer said, looking at Raine with a hint of bitterness in her eyes. N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content. "There are some things that you need to know, Summer. Long story short, Mark and I used to be couples three years ago. As you might have already known; Mark and I have no blood rtion.¡± There was no point to hide it from Summer since she had seen it. It was time resolve the things. It was impossible for Summer not to feel shocked. She knew that Raine and Mark were not biological aunt and nephew, but she did not know that they had dated three years ago. "But that is history. We are now just an aunt and a nephew, nothing else. What is past is past." Raine spoke slowly and softly. "Also, what you saw just now was just a farewell gesture. Three years ago, I said goodbye to our rtionship, aplete cut off between us. I now have a fiance. I love him and he loves me. We are happy. I apologize for my reckless behavior just now." Was it a farewell, a clean break, or an involuntary action? No one knew the truth except herself. "Since you have said so, I have nothing to say. I believe you." Summer gave a clear reply. "I trust you will not do the same thing again. No matter what rtionship you and Mark had three years ago. Like you said-it is history. Now, I am his wife and you have a fiance. So you don''t need me to tell you what to do. You always are the most intelligent woman in my eyes, and I choose to believe that for two reasons: we both are women, and you are our aunt." "Absolutely," Raine said, the hand on her side slowly tightened the grip on the quilt. From Summer¡¯s standpoint, what she said was reasonable andpletely proper. But it sounded different to Baine''s ears-it was intimidation and sarcasm. "I will pretend that nothing has ever happened, or have I seen anything today," Summer said, looking at Raine. "Me, too." Raine nodded. Whatever they said, an insurmountable crack had already appeared between them. "Let the matter rest here. I will never mention it again.¡± Chapter 109 Chapter 109 There was silence again. Summer figured that the atmosphere would be even more awkward if she stayed a second longer. So she found an excuse and left. Once out of the ward, she took two deep breaths. She could not believe that Mark and Raine had dated three years ago. She could not stop her curiosity; was Mark the one making the first move, or was it Raine, three years ago? What were his feelings toward Raine when he dated her? And what about now? Did he still have feelings for Raine? The thoughts were killing her. She gave herself a knock on the head and tried to shake them from her head. She felt she was going crazy. But then, who had never had a rtionship when one was young? It could be puppy love, or simply a crush. Even during her college years, she had a crush on a senior. She was crazy about him at the time that her mind was filled with him, and she would miss him dearly when she did not see him for just a moment. But now, she had forgotten all that. She could not even remember what that senior looked like. Feelings fade with time, and everyone has a past. When Summer was back in her room, Mark was working at the desk. He nced up at her when he heard her footsteps. He then continued his work. Summer poured him a ss of water and ced it beside him, then stared at him. He noticed her stare and narrowed his eyes. "Why are you looking at me, Mrs. Valentine?¡± "I am curious a how many women have ever fallen for a good-looking man like you, and how many of them you have dated," she said snappishly. Summer had been letting loose her hair at home for the past few days. She now tied it into a ponytail. But a few strands still escaped and dangled on the sides of her face, fluttering and looking sultry whenever she moved about. Mark raised his hand and drew the dangling hair behind her ears, then sped the back of her head and kissed her on the lips. He let go of her when she started to lose her breath. H e swallowed involuntarily. "You are seducing me by saying that, do you know?" he said with a hoarse voice. She gasped for air and frowned, then shrugged in disapproval. "Did I? Don''t you think you have a cognitive problem?" What had she said that made him think she was seducing him? She was taunting him, insinuating that he was a womanizer, and pointing out his subtle hatred for her. This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?. Yet he thought she was seducing him. He leered at her with a lewd smile, then deliberately ran his tongue over her lips. She felt a warmth on her lips, followed by an itchy sensation. By the time she knew what happened, he had pulled away and was looking down at his damn files again. ¡°Go pack your luggage," he said. "What for?" She was puzzled. "We are going back to Santabaca. Do you n to live here forever?" He did not look at her. "No. I just feel that this is too sudden." She licked her lips and then tried to sound him out. "Will Jazz leave with us?" "For sure." His eyes were still on the files. "What about Uncle... I mean your dad?" she awkwardly corrected herself. Chapter 110 Chapter 110 "He oversees the operation in Grudin North. He can''t leave since such a tragic disaster has happened here." Summer continued to ask, "What about Aunt?¡± This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?. The pen nib in his hand paused. "It is up to her. No one can force it on her." It was as good as saying nothing. Summer turned around and went about packing her luggage. They had been staying in Grudin North for over a week now. But it felt like they had just arrived yesterday. Perhaps time flew when she was happy. Had she not seen what happened this morning, she could have been even happier, she thought. There were few things to pack, and almost all the luggage was hers. So she thought she might as well shove everything into the suitcase. After that, she went to bed. Mark was still working. She nced at him a few times before slipping under the cold quilt. The backlog of work over the past few days piled up like a small mountain. Now and then, he would change into a different sitting posture, wrinkling his brow slightly with his lips pursed, and asionally tapping his fingers on the table, making a series of crisp sounds. Something came to mind. He stopped the tapping and nced over at Summer, who seemed to have fallen asleep. As the luby-like tapping sound stopped, Summer came out of her trance. She looked over at him with her half-closed eyes. He stopped what he was doing and nced at her, as if h e was afraid of waking her up. The corners of her mouth turned up in a smile. She closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep. In the hospital ward. The hour hand was pointing at ten. Raine let out a sigh. After thinking about everything and nothing, she was ready to sleep. It was at this time that she heard footsteps. Ronald pushed open the door and came in. "Not asleep yet?" "About to. I am thirsty, Ronald. Could you please pour me a ss of water?" She had not drunk much water during the day. Only when she was about to sleep did she feel thirsty. Ronald poured her a ss of water, came to the bedside, and handed it to her. As Raine took the ss with her right hand, a whiff of perfume fragrance drifted into her nostrils. It smelled of a fruity aroma, very light, but enchanting. If she was not mistaken, this fragrance came from Ronald. She grabbed Ronald by his suit and pulled him closer, then sniffed him up and down. She then spotted something on his white cor-a rose red lipstick mark. "What are you doing? Why are you sniffing at me like a puppy?¡± Ronald had that I-can''t-even look on his face. Raine''s expression changed. She had a serious look on her face. "Tell me, are you having another woman outside?¡± There was a subtle change on Ronald''s face. He denied and said that it was nonsense. "Don¡¯t bluff, Ronald. Do you think you can hide the women''s perfume fragrance on your body and the lipstick marks on the cor of your shirt? You can''t bluff a woman''s instincts." She pointed at his white cor, where the rock-solid, undeniable evidence was. Chapter 111 Chapter 111 Ronald followed her eyes and saw the lipstick mark o n his shirt. He could not find a word to respond. "What are you thinking, Ronald? You are the person in charge of the operation in Grudin North. Every action o f yours is under the scrutiny of the media. You will screw up your life if you are not careful. Besides, you know what will happen if your wife finds out, don¡¯t you? She will run riot and you will never know peace again." He sat down on the edge of the bed with a serious look in his eyes. "I have taken that into consideration, actually." "Then what is the matter between you and that woman? Are you just having fun, or did she seduce you?" "Neither of them, Raine. I love her." Ronald let out a sigh. "You what? Are you crazy?¡± Raine shook her head in shock. "I am not crazy. On the contrary, I know more than ever what I am doing.¡± "Ipletely don¡¯t get it." She never knew that her brother was such a person. He used to be a man of honor, a responsible family and a perfect man in her eyes. But now... "It is easy to understand. You don''t need a reason to fall in love-it is that simple. You will surely understand my situation if you have ever loved someone before." Mark came to her mind, and she could not tell why. She was engaged, and he was married; but she still could not stop her urge to see him. Otherwise, she would not have gone out of controlst night. She pulled her wandering mind back. "What¡¯s next? What is your n? You can''t hide it forever. It will be toote if things explode in your face." His family would break apart, and his future would be ruined. "I have thought over it. I will find a suitable time to ask Yvette for a divorce." Ronald spoke of what he had been thinking for a long time atst. "But what about you? What are you going t o do?" "What do you mean?" Raine was a little puzzled. "You might have been engaged, but are you happy with yourself?" Ronald''s words hit where it hurt her the most. Raine said nothing because she did not even know how she felt. But one thing was certain: the engagement had not brought her happiness and joy. She just felt tired and found a random man to marry. That was all. There were no feelings between her and her fiance. They were more than strangers, more intimate than friends, but more distant than lovers. This rtionship was neither here nor there. Itcked enthusiasm and passion, and her heart was like a pool of stagnant water. She was marrying for the sake of it. Ronald was sure of himself when Raine said not a word. "You are in a much better position than me. So you have to figure out what is best for you. By the way, do you know Mark will return to Santabaca tomorrow?¡± Raine was startled for a second before shaking her head. Mark had never told her about it. "More rescuers have arrived in Grudin North. You have not fully recovered yet; staying here is not going t o help. Return to Santabaca with them. Besides, New Year''s Day is just around the corner. Spend New Year''s Day at home, and then you may report back to work after that." "Okay," Raine N?velDrama.Org owns all content. replied. Chapter 112 Chapter 112 The next day. The car stopped in front of the house. Mark was behind the wheel while Summer was in the front passenger seat. Jazz was picking up Raine, and then they would set off together. When they woke up this morning, Jazz called to tell them that Raine would follow them back to Santabaca, and that he would meet up with Raine in the hospital. After waiting for about ten minutes, Jazz and Raine came out. They got in the car and sat in the back seat. As the ck car drove forward, no one said a word. There was silence in the air. No one wanted to break the silence, as if each of them had something on their minds. It was 4:00 pm when they arrived in Santabaca. Mark first dropped them off at the Valentine mansion, and then he went straight to the office. In the living room, Yvette was sitting on the settee and drinking coffee. When she heard footsteps, she looked back and was shocked. "What happened to you all?" "Nothing major. They will recover in a day or two." Jazz exined, keeping the details to the minimum. "Why were you two so careless? Go upstairs and take a rest. The servant will inform you two when dinner is ready." Summerid on the bed and breathed a sigh of relief. After hours on the road, she was dog-tired and crashed out as soon as she closed her eyes. It was not until nightfall that she woke up. When she opened her eyes, the servant hade outside the door, telling her that dinner was ready. She gave a response and then went to wash her face before going downstairs. Yvette, Raine, and Jazz had been waiting at the table. She quickened her pace and then sat down beside Jazz. N?velDrama.Org holds ? this. The food was oily tonight. Before she even started, the aroma nauseated her. Her face changed. Before she had time to say anything, she had to rush into the washroom and puke her guts out, along with her stomach juices. She panted, her face turning pale. After rinsing her mouth, she returned to the dining table. Yvette first looked at Raine, then at Summer. "What is wrong?" "I am okay, Mom." Summer shook her head, ttered b y Yvette''s concerns. "Did you throw up in the bathroom?" Yvette asked again. Summer nodded. "Nausea is a normal when you are two-month pregnant. The food must be too oily. I will tell the kitchen to prepare something light tomorrow.¡± There was an affable smile on Yvette¡¯s face. "Let me know what you like. I will tell the kitchen to prepare." Summer waspletely ttered. What Yvette was up to now? "It is okay, Mom," she said, while secretly studying Yvette¡¯s expression. Her gut feeling told her that something was wrong with Yvette, who was now too enthusiastic and caring. Yvette¡¯s changed attitude unnerved her. She had no clue what Yvette was up to. "It is not okay. You are pregnant now, remember? You need something nutritious to keep the baby healthy." Chapter 113 Chapter 113 Yvette¡¯s words carried a reproaching undertone. She then looked at Raine, who stayed silent all this time." Have you met your fiance''s mom?¡± Raine''s hand, which held a spoon full of fish chowder, froze in the air for a second. "His parents passed away. He is the only one left in the family." ¡°So who will take care of you during your confinement?" "It is too early to talk about that." "It is not too early, Raine. You guys are engaged, and will marry soon. It is a matter of time to have children. You see, Mark did not even get engaged but married before your engagement. But now Summer is two-month pregnant. You have got to hurry.¡± Yvette urged with a smile. "You can rush everything, especially this thing.¡± Raine smiled softly, her expression calm, but she had a reckless mind. She knew very well that Yvette discussed this topic deliberately to agitate her. "You might have a point; you can¡¯t rush to have a baby. Now, I am just waiting for theing of my grandchild." Yvette said with her eyebrows raised. Summer listened quietly, without saying a word. No wonder Yvette''s attitude had changed. It turned out that was because of the baby in her womb. She sneered in her mind as she ate. Yvette scooped a bowl of fish chowder and then handed it to Summer. "Have some more, it is nutritious." "Thank you, mom.¡± Summer put on a stic smile. Raine drank her fish chowder without looking up. So n o one could see her expression on her face. Jazz listened on to their conversation, feeling bored. There was a hint of bitterness on his face. Sometimes, you have got to believe in things like fate and destiny. He had known Summer, and they had crossed paths with each other long before Mark did. Mark might have met Summerter than Jazz was, but his action was quicker, and he did not know it until they got married. So, sometimes, fate, not the length of time, determines oues. Summer could not wait to leave the dining table as she found it a torment to be sitting here. After dinner, she did not stay in the living room but went back to her room upstairs. She found it ufortable and awkward to face both Yvette and Raine. There was a knock on the door as soon as she sat down in her room. As she looked back, Jazz was walking in with a bright smile on his face. "What makes you so happy?" He did not answer her question. "Are you free on Wednesday?" "Why?" she asked back with curiosity. "A surprise." He took out what had been hiding behind him. "The tickets for the piano concert of Agrizi. Do you want to go?" Her eyes lit up, and then she asked again, "Are you sure you know how to appreciate piano performance?" "Of course, I know. Watching piano performances can not only calm one''s heart and mind but also N?velDrama.Org holds ? this. make one look elegant." Jazz pretended that he knew, and he looked so enthusiastic. Summer looked at him with a smile and curled her finger at him. "Then tell me which country Agrizi is from and what kind of music he is good at." "Italy? Portugal? Athana? France? Denmark?" Jazz made some wild guesses. "How many countries do you know in total?" She had n o words. Chapter 114 Chapter 114 Jazz hemmed in embarrassment. "That is all I know." Summer tried hard not tough as she exined, "She is a female pianist from Argentina. She has won the first prize in the Chopin Piano Competition. She is famous and has excellent ying skills and pure passion to match." Jazz just kept nodding and looked at her expectantly." So are you going or not?" "Since you have bought the tickets, there is no reason not to go." She chuckled. "Besides, she is my favorite pianist. Maybe this is herst performance. There is n o reason to miss this." "Great! Eight on Wednesday evening. I will see you then." "Now go back to sleep. Have a good night." She patted him on the shoulder. "Oh, don''t forget to do the winter break homework. I will check it when school reopens." Jazz put his hand to his forehead. "Can you not bring u p such a depressing topic at this time?¡± Sheughed and patted him twice again. "Why don''t you finish the homework instead ofining? N?velDrama.Org holds ? this. How is the French test paper I gave you?" Jazz left like a bat out of hell. As Yvette had returned to her room, Raine was the only one left in the living room. It was a hard found moment of peace. Raine let out a sigh of relief. Earlier, Yvette kept rambling to her. Not that she hated Yvette''s talking. It was just that he liked to insinuate, showing off, and agitate her¡ª intentionally or not. Such behavior and words were offensive. Yvette had also changed these few years. Probably it was her age or some other reasons, she had be tacky. What would be her reaction if she found out things about Ronald, her husband? Raine could not imagine that. She just hoped that the matter could be resolved quickly. After all, it was Ronald who cheated on Yvette. Just then, Mark came home. He walked in with his ck coat on his arm and a listless look on his face. He spotted Raine in his peripheral vision. He did not look at her but went upstairs straight away, pretending not to see her. Raine had wanted to greet him. But she bit her tongue, feeling embarrassed, awkward, and a pain in her heart from his attitude. She wanted to say hello, but he did not even look at her as if she was just a stranger. When she caught a cold in Grudin North, he stayed by her side the entire night. He rushed to Grudin North as soon as he heard the news of her ident. But now, he was so cold toward her. She started to suspect that what happened in Grudin North was nothing but her delusions. But those were not her delusions, they were real. He stayed outside the emergency room and did not sleep for two nights. Her expression changed. She got up and went upstairs, following behind Mark. But he was still one step toote. When she got to the first floor, Mark had entered his room. She pressed her lips together and wanted to leave. But when she saw that the door of his room was open ajar, she walked over and stood behind the door and listened. Perhaps she did not even know why she was doing this. Through the gap in the door, she could clearly hear the conversation between two voices in the room. Chapter 115 Chapter 115 "Mrs. Valentine, a bowl of noodles, please..." Afterward, Summer¡¯s voice was heard, "You are so wealthy, yet you can¡¯t afford a meal outside?" "Your cooking is still the best for my tastebuds, light and fresh..." "I''m not your personal chef. If you want some, pay up first." Markzed on the sofa and replied, "Haven''t I given you my credit card?" Hearing that, Summer said no word, her movement and expression slightly frozen. She recalled that phone call and his words from that incident. "I can''t use your card. I''ll return it to you in a while; besides, I also have my own ie, there is no need t o use yours." She may have made an understatement, but it was truthful and honest. At that moment, Mark frowned. He looked at her gloomily and spewed out a few words, "You keep it..." "Your card has too much credit; I''m afraid that if I ever lose it, I can''t even pay you back with my life, so I would prefer to be at ease." To be honest, Mark''s money wasn''t something Summer could spend, so why the unnecessary worry? However, Mark''s face turned sour, and he responded coldly, "I''ve always liked others to feel worried....¡± "Mark, can you not be such a d*ck, just let me live my life in peace, can you?" ''What''s wrong with this? She''s giving back his card, not asking for it.'' Finally, with a darkened look on his face, Mark said, "A s Mrs. Valentine, if it isn''t spending my money, then whose money is it?'' "I don''t want to spend anyone¡¯s money. I have my own, and that''s enough for me to survive." Summer smiled brightly, "Furthermore, I don''t feelfortable spending someone else''s money." "Hmph..." Mark got up and walked towards the bathroom in frustration as if he wanted to end the conversation. Summer shrugged in disagreement. In her opinion, she should earn her keep. Nevertheless, she still went down to the kitchen to cook him a bowl of noodles. It would be very ufortable and difficult to have a good sleep if the stomach was kept hungry after a day of heavy drinking. Hearing footsteps, Raine hid herself in the room next door. As the footsteps faded, she quietly opened the door, walked out, and returned to her room, panting. Every word in the conversation remained in her mind. She could not fall asleep, so she sat by the window and stared into the night. ''Isn¡¯t it natural for a couple to share a credit card?'' But when shepared and contrasted the way Mark interacted with Summer just now and the way he had treated her in the living room, she could not calm herself down as she gasped heavily. She could not ept the huge difference in the attitudes disyed by Mark towards Summer and her.C0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org. She had always wanted this for herself, yet it wasn''t what she had expected at this moment. An inner voice seemed to be telling her that this was not what she wanted. While being lost in her thoughts, she was interrupted b y the sudden ringing of her phone. She picked it up, and the blue screen read a blinking text, ''Patrick Lloyd''. Frustrated, she answered the phone, "Hey." Chapter 116 Chapter 116 "Babe, are you asleep?" asked a soft and gentle voice. Feeling annoyed, Baine replied, ¡°Can you not call me that? It makes me feel ufortable." "Alright. Is there anything that you would like? A ring, car, or painting?" Baine''s face turned dark, "What''s wrong now?" "Isn''t your birthday on December 25? Make a wish, and I''ll be your Santa us..." Stunned, she did not realize that her birthday wasing so soon. Feeling guilty, she replied gently, N?velDrama.Org holds ? this. "I''m sorry, I am having a bad mood; moreover, I don¡¯t need any present, you take care of yourself in Athana H Patrick''s voice was heard again via the phone, "Why the bad mood?" "It''s nothing much. I''m tired and need some rest..." "Baine, how about a grand wedding on our big day? You can be the princess and be the center of praise and adoration. Besides, where would you like the wedding to be held? Athana, or Santabaca?" "Patrick, I really want to sleep, it''s 10:00 pm here in Estain." She was trying to remind him that it was already veryte. "Alright. Since you''re tired, have a good rest and sweet dreams. Goodnight..." "Goodnight..." She hung up, yet her frustration did not disappear. She became more agitated and could not fall asleep. Maybe it was because she was pregnant, Summer had been sleeping more than before. Prior to this, she would easily be awoken by any wee bit of movement. However, today, as he got out of bed, her eyes only opened slightly before falling asleep again. When she woke up, it was already 10:00 am. Usually, she would have already had her breakfast by now. Summer stretched. She then washed her face, changed, and prepared to go downstairs. As she came down, Yvette and Paine were already seated in the living room. She pursed her lips and greeted them, "Mom, aunt." Yvette looked at her, "You''re awake?" Summer adjusted her hair and replied softly, "I overslept today." Yvette smiled, "It''s normal to sleep a lot during pregnancy. Did you sleep well?" Her reply sent creeps down Summer''s spine, ''When can things be back to normal?'' Smiling, Summer replied, "I had a good rest." "I didn''t want to wake you up during breakfast. Now that you''re awake, are you hungry?" "I''m not feeling hungry." Yvette raised a brow, "How can it be? It''s already 10:00 am. Tell me, and I''ll make you what you want." She was indeed hungry, and her stomach was also growling. How could she reject such an offer? Chapter 117 Chapter 117 Summer blinked, and quickly she answered, "Oatmeal and omelet." Yvette raised her eyebrows, then ordered the kitchen t o prepare the meal. Raine got up. She purposely nced over Yvette and headed to her room. "Raine, don¡¯t you want some too?" When Yvette¡¯s voice came from the back, Raine smirked but replied, "There¡¯s no need; I''m not hungry." Thus, only Summer and Yvette were left in the living room. Summer gobbled up the food under Yvette''s stare. She felt that she was not having a meal but undergoing a punishment Raine came downstairs with a change in clothing. She waved, "Yvette, I¡¯m heading out." "You¡¯re not feeling well. Should I get the driver?" "It''s alright. I already booked a ride." While saying that, she had walked out of Valentine mansion. Through the window, Summer could clearly see a taxi waiting at the gate. Of course, Yvette had also seen the taxi. She snorted. The sound she made was so soft that one could miss it if they did not pay attention. However, Summer noticed it. She felt an ongoing feud between the two but couldn''t figure the source of their conflict. Inside the taxi, Raine hesitated for a moment and said to the taxi driver, "Take me to Valentine Group..." "Roger. Valentine Group it is..." Yvette''s attitude toward Summer took a drastic turn. Unlike just now, where she was caring and friendly, her current attitude was the exact opposite. She was indifferent and apathetic. Summer coughed. From what she saw, Yvette¡¯s expression changed like the weather-It could be sunny but cloudy in a split second, and it was hard to tell when it would rain. However, she had gotten used to it. In addition, she did not care less about Yvette''s attitude. On the other hand, it was better than someone who backstabs. This was because she makes her displeasure known b y disying it on her face. She liked dealing with such people as they didn''t pose any hassle. It was more convenient and straightforward. Summer brought the dishes to the kitchen and cleaned them herself instead of leaving them to the maids. She then left Valentine mansion and went home. The taxi stopped in front of Valentine Group. Raine forked out money from her purse and got off after paying the driver. It was still the working hour, and thepany''s staff were seemingly busy at work. She walked up to the reception and handed an invitation card to the receptionist, "Please pass this to President Valentine.¡± "You are?" "I''m Raine, his aunt, thank you." She turned around and left. The receptionist stared at her back. She was in awe that such a young and elegantdy was the president¡¯s aunt. N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content. ''But why would his aunt send the letter through her and not directly to him?'' She had a weird feeling. She frowned and instructed a staff member to have it brought up to him. Chapter 118 Chapter 118 On another side. Solomon and Daisy were present. Only Amara was absent. "Where is she?" Summer frowned a little, ''Her old habit couldn''t have rpsed, could it?¡¯ "Ever since we started hanging out, she never returned to the casino.¡± Daisy was relieved while she said it. She nodded and replied sternly, "You can always remind her that I am sincere with my words so that C0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org. she will remain careful and not repeat the same mistake.¡± "Among the Hart family, you are the one she''s most afraid of. You can do whatever you want." Solomon sighed. Daisy also sighed, "It doesn''t matter who as long it is you whom she''s afraid of. Haven''t you taken your lunch? I¡¯ll prepare pasta." "Okay, what¡¯s in it?" "Deep fried shrimp pasta." "I''ll help with peeling and frying the shrimps." The pasta was cooked, fried with shrimps, and ready t o be served in just a short time. While eating, Daisy asked, "Anything happened during your first two months of pregnancy?" "Nothing much, just a bit more appetite for sleep and sometimes vomiting." "Ah, those aremon symptoms. Are they serious? How many times did you vomit in a day?" Summer answered, "It''s not serious, only once a day." "That''s good. Your child doesn¡¯t torment you very much. You can be more at ease. How is Mark?" "He is back at work." "So, how has your rtionship with him been?" "We''re good." Summer replied vaguely. Still feeling uneasy, Daisy asked again, "How is Yvette treating you? I hope she''s not giving you any trouble." Again, she answered, ¡°She''s good." "I wouldn''t know a thing if you aren''t honest. Remember, we mustn''t let ourselves be looked down upon. Otherwise, they will be full of themselves. Got i t?" "Yes, mom." Deep inside, she knew her mom cared about her. While they were watching TV after dinner, Amara returned. She appeared frail. However, she asked curiously, "Summer, what are you and Mark doing tonight?" Puzzled, Summer asked, "What do you mean?" Showing off her manicure, she answered teasingly, "I passed by Mark picking out flowers today. Could he be nning a surprise for you?" Summer slightly raised her eyebrows and said no word. She was curious, too, so she could not help but try to make a guess. ''He was picking flowers?¡¯ ''For whom?'' Amara, on the other hand, eximed, "Oh my, such romance." She looked at the time; it was already 5:00 pm. She had a date with Jazz to attend a concert at 8:00 pm. She had just enough time to get changed at Valentine mansion. She picked up her coat and hurried off to Santabaca Opera. Jazz Valentine had already been waiting outside for quite some time. His face was slightly bluish due to the cold, but that did not affect his handsome demeanor. Chapter 119 Chapter 119 Due to his youth, hecked the stature of a man, yet he looked neat and had calmness beyond his age. He stood out from afar, and Summer easily caught sight of it. He also attracted the awe of passersby. She walked up to him and noticed his freezing hands. Letting out a sigh, she handed him a pair of gloves," Put them on." "You kept them?" Jazz responded with a cheerful look. "I made these gloves. Of course, I would have them. Put them on quickly. How long have you waited?" "I just arrived." From how he looked, Summer could tell that he had waited for quite some time, but she didn''t want to show it. They entered the opera and found their seats in a private box on the first floor. Their view of the stage was unobstructed. This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?. The performance began shortly after 8:30 pm. She had a liking for Chopin''s pieces, and today, every performance was Chopin''s famouspositions. The music was full of enthusiasm, without restraint, and expressive. Such wonderful music would have brought enjoyment, and one could be lost in passion, vent, and rxation. She loved to rx and be indulged entirely in this kind of music. Sometimes, listening to a piano recital was also a form of releasing tension. While she was engrossed in the music, Jazz couldn''t take his eyes off her. He too, fell in love with her. To be by her side was happiness, yet so superficial... The performance soon came to an end. Summer was fixed on the music, while Jazz had his eye gazed upon her. It was past 11:00 pm when the concert ended, and the audience adjourned gradually. Summer got up and walked side by side Jazz out of their private box. It was her first time experiencing a private box at Santabaca Opera. Usually, she sat at the standard seats where the view wasn''t the most pleasant. Yet today, she was able to enjoy both the view and music fully. Chopin had always been her idol anyway. As they were walking, she looked to the left into the private box next to her. Immediately, she froze and was rooted on the spot. Through the crack of the door, she vividly saw two familiar figures. They were Mark and Raine. Raine was seated on the sofa while Mark reclined on i t. His eyes were narrowly opened, and he had a serious expression. Their conversationcked rity. But, on the table, a bouquet of lilies was clearly visible. She guessed that the bouquet was his choice of flowers, as earlier described by Amara. Yet, she wasn''t expecting to witness this scene. Santabaca was not a big city, neither was it a small one. But such an encounter was really dumbfounding. "Ms. Hart, what are you looking at?" Jazz asked curiously. Summer retracted her sight. Calmly, she replied, "It''s nothing. It¡¯s gettingte. Let''s go." Without suspecting anything, Jazz nodded, and they both left together. Chapter 120 Chapter 120 He stood facing her, bent over slightly, and helped her put on her hat and gloves. He was afraid of her feeling cold. When they arrived back at Valentine mansion, it was already 12:00 am. Surprisingly, Yvette was still awake. She frowned as they entered the mansion. Displeased, she questioned, "Why are you home sote? Where have you been?" Before Summer could reply, Jazz answered, "Mom, Summer was helping me with my French." Yvette was left speechless. Nevertheless, she uttered," Next time, tutoring can happen at Valentine N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content. mansion. Besides, no more staying outter than 10:00 pm." "Mom, aren¡¯t you too strict? We''re not kids anymore, is curfew still necessary?" Jazz responded casually. Yvette tapped on his shoulders. She chuckled, "Strict? It''s a rule." Fortunately, she said no more but went to the bathroom. Summer quickly slipped upstairs at the opportunity. After she had bathed, applied mask, washed her face, andpletely washed up, it was almost 1:00 am. Still, he wasn''t home... Unable to contain her curiosity, Summer didn''t sleep but sat by the window and waited patiently... She wanted to know when he was going to return... Moreover, about the rtionship he was having with Raine... In a private box at Santabaca Opera Raine and Mark had not changed their positions. She was still seated while Mark was reclining on the other end of the sofa. However, Raine had a faint smile over her beautiful face, indicating a hidden agenda. She was spot on. He had not disappointed her. Today is December 25, her birthday. It was an opportune time to send him the invitation, and she hadn''t missed it. As expected, he had shown up. "Where are your friends?" Asked Mark without showing any expression over his handsome appearance. "We had a party at the hotel; they had all left. You¡¯re thest to arrive." She uttered it slowly. In fact, she had only invited him. Hearing that, he raised a brow, looked at the time and replied, "It''ste. The present is here, and I got to go." "Why are you in a hurry?" Raine stared at him. She realized he had be more difficult to understand. "What''s the meaning of this? How I spend my time is my freedom, isn¡¯t it?" Mark looked at her sternly as he questioned her. It carried an inexplicable meaning. Raine was speechless. He was right. The present was there. He did not miss the party; as to what else he wanted to do, it was his freedom, and she had no right to interfere. However, this wasn¡¯t how he used to treat her. The lights went dim, yet it revealed her bitter smile. She answered lightly, "Okay, you go ahead. I¡¯ll stay on a little longer." Raine turned toward the stage, her back facing him, and sat there quietly, without any movement. As he walked away, her eyes began to water. Her nose became uneasy, yet she remained still. All of a sudden, she felt pain in her shoulders. Someone was firmly gripping her shoulders. Chapter 121 Chapter 121 He did not let go. He squeezed her shoulder so hard to the point where it felt like they were going to break. Then, only did he let go. The pain caused Raine''s face to shrivel. "Ouch... it hurts..." "So, you are still able to feel pain, huh?" His breath could be heard from behind her. Mark grasped her and turned her around. As they faced each other, he said sarcastically in a deep voice, "You don''t know how to make me stay, do you? I said I would leave, and you just let me leave?" ''You don''t know how to make me stay, do you? I said I would leave, and you just let me leave?'' Such simply words. Yet, it had caused her tears to flow uncontrobly. She cried silently, leaned forward, and grabbed his waist tightly. She buried her face in his chest. Her tears wet his coat. Whether it was the past three years or the next three years, she had tried her very best to keep him by her side, but... Mark''s squinted sight fell upon her embrace. He cleared his throat and wrapped his arms over her shoulders. Never had she imagined that he woulde back for her. ''In fact, he still has me in his heart, right?'' ''I didn''t guess it wrongly, did I?'' Thus, when he returned and squeezed her shoulders, all her suppressed emotions were instantly released! Nobody said a word but remained in position. In the quietness of the private box, only her sobbing was heard, apanied by their breathing. Raine had always wanted to hug him in this manner. She never wanted to let go, but it was simply impossible. After a long while, she finally let go. The tip of her nose was slightly reddish. There were remnants of tears in her eyes. She had to return to reality. There were obstacles between them, such as Yvette. 1 The reason she invited him was merely to test and see if he still had her in his heart! Moreover, she wanted to celebrate her birthday together with him and create an evesting memory. "It¡¯s almost 1:00 am. You head home first. I still have somewhere I''d like to go." she said. Smiling coldly, Mark let go of her but held on to her chin. His breath, hot yet cold as ice poured over her face. "Raine, what did you feel when you hugged me, huh?" Raine kept silent and tightened her lips. She had no idea how to answer his question. "Answer me!" He tightened his grip on her chin so that their gaze locked at each other. She didn¡¯t know how to answer. She could only remain silent. "So..." he uttered deeply. Then, in a sarcastic manner, h e continued, "you''re fooling with me, aren''t C0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org. you? Am I a substitute for your boredom? I onlye to mind when you are bored, is it?" She was unable to reply because of the pain in her jaw. She shook her head and made an effort to answer, "No..." "Then what is it, tell me..." She continued to bite her lips and remained silent. Mark waited. As time passed, Mark began to lose his patience. Atst, he took a good look at her, and slowly, he uttered a few words. Chapter 122 Chapter 122 "In the future, if you have not decided who you love, do not simply arouse my anger. Do you understand? Let''s return to Valentine mansion!¡± Still unable to remain calm, Raine answered, ¡°But I still have to go-¡± Before she could finish saying, Mark cut her off coldly. "Where is ady trying to go at 2:00 am? Get in the car!" As they rode on the ck Land Rover, they did not speak to each other. There was only a dead atmosphere of awkwardness. Raine looked out the window. She still held on to the lilies he had gifted her. It was a bouquet that she would cherish. As she recalled her brother''s words, and when she had witnessed the closeness between Mark and Summer, she was deeply irritated, and her feelings wavered. But whenever she met Yvette, her wavered feelings woulde undone. Undeniably, she was somewhat afraid of Yvette. Sadly, she had thus been trapped in her emotional turmoil. Seeing how close Mark was with Summer, she desperately wanted to hug him. But she regretted it whenever she saw Yvette. This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?. Forward, backward, forward, backward. It was two simple directions, yet it was so difficult to make a choice... Two beams of light shone brightly through therge window; they were very ring. She took her eyes off it for a moment, then peeped through the blinds. He was clearly seen getting down from the car and walking forward without looking back. Baine walked behind him. She held a bouquet of lilies; it was the same bouquet she saw. Summer felt slightly hurt but took a deep breath and retreated to the sofa. A momentter, the door opened. Mark entered the room; his face looked slightly downcast. He wore a ck coat; his well-built and stout stature had all the qualities of a man that a woman could dream of. She acted as if she knew nothing and asked, "Mr. Valentine, why are you homete?" Mark lifted his eye slightly toward her and frowned. " You''re not yet asleep?" "I just arrived home. I was with Jazz at the Opera. It had just ended not long ago." She nced at his handsome face as she was answering, trying to look for some clue but found nothing. His downcast look had only a calm expression. Like a vast whirlpool, It was simply impossible to make something out of it. "In the future, you shall not returnter than 10:00 pm. Besides, if you have the free time to watch a concert with Jazz, it''s better to help him with his studies at home." His deep tone spelled his displeasure, and his frowning further emphasized it. While saying this, he took off his coat and ced it aside. Summer smiled, "It''s already 2:00 am. Where could have Mr. Valentine been that he''s returned so