Amara was watching their every move. She sighed, ‘why hadn’t she met anyone like him?’There was nothing planned after lunch. Itching, Amara suggested, “How about a few rounds of poker?”Since there was nothing else to do, Summer agreed.Solomon, Daisy, Amara, and Summer sat around the table; Mark stood behind her, his tall figure bent subtly as he watched her.Summer was in luck; she had not lost a single round.Amara was not happy and insisted that Mark joined in in place of Summer.Unable to resist, Summer vacated her seat and sat beside Mark.At first, Mark understood nothing about the rules and lost round after round. Summer could only sit there and pay out the losing bets. As a result, her winnings were almost reduced to scraps.Unable to tolerate it, Summer leaned closer and guided him.A few rounds later, Mark seemed to have gotten hold of the rules and won back much of the bets placed.Summer sat beside him and counted the winnings, and looked at Amara’s irritated fa
Confused, Summer questioned, “Where are you sleeping, Mr. Valentine?”Raising a brow, Mark responded casually, “Where would you be sleeping?”“My room of course,” she answered.“Hmm, where do you think I should be sleeping then?” he questioned.Summer’s heart raced. She gulped. ‘My imagination isn’t going to come true, right?’“You’re not going to sleep in my bedroom, are you?”Mark maintained his cool expression. He looked at her intriguingly and smiled, “Kudos, Mrs. Valentine, very wise indeed…”Upon hearing, she pinched her finger and tried to talk him out of it, “My room is very small, it’ll be very uncomfortable for you.”“I don’t mind it, why should you, hmm?”“…” Although he didn’t mind, it didn’t mean the same for her!“Besides, I would love to explore a woman’s room. Any objections? Or… should I get permission from the hosts?”‘It’s obvious that they will agree to his request, what are the chances of them rejecting it?’“Do as you see fit,” she answered grumpily.
Mark tightened his brows at her actions and reached out his arms toward her waist.She flinched, and before she could react, his muscular arms lifted her and flipped her over, and she lay flat on his chest.Looking at her, Mark gently squeezed her jaw and asked, “Are you in bed with me or the wall?”“I was just facing the wall. Could you first let me go? You’re scaring me…”In fact, it was not scary, but because they were so close to each other and there wasn’t the slightest gap between them.She even clearly felt his heartbeat; it was strong and energetic, and she couldn’t stop her heart from racing further.He mischievously smirked as he stared at her and purposely breathed into her face; his voice was deep, slow, and seductive.“Are you scared? How has my chest scared you?”Summer flushed at his words and scolded him angrily, “Shameless!”“Is it? How about…”He pressed her forehead against his own; their eyes met, and noses rubbed against each other. Their lips were just a
“He and Summer went over there. They must have stayed there last night.” Jazz was upset and irritated when talking about this. Yvette hit the spoon on the table with a loud clunk. “She shows no respect for me at all!” “Mom, why do you say that?” Jazz was not too happy. He frowned and retorted, “It was only natural for her to visit her family a day after New Year. Since Mark did not come home yesterday, they must have discussed and agreed to do so. Can you just leave them alone?” They visited Summer’s parents yesterday and had not returned since then. They must have stayed at the house of Summer’s parents last night. Only then did it hit Raine, whose hands holding the bowl of soup tightened. She found that her understanding of Mark was getting foggier. And Mark seemed to stray off his original course. Her heart ached, the feelings of pins and needles spreading all over her body. She even had slight difficulty breathing. She put down the bowl and got up, the muscles of her
With a sarcastic expression, Yvette earnestly urged, “Do you think she will show her true self in front of you, Jazz?” “I know her very well.” Jazz’s face sank. “How can you be so sure? I think she must be a scheming woman. Otherwise, she would not have thought of using pregnancy as a trap to force your brother to marry her.” Having reached his limit, Jazz flung his cutlery on the dining table and left without even looking at Yvette. He did not like to hear any of those words, nor did he want to hear them. He knew Summer well enough. Yvette furrowed her brows, wondering why he lost his cool. She thought it must be Summer who had influenced him. Otherwise, he would not have sided with Summer. She hated Summer even more when she thought of this. Raine just emerged from the washroom when Jazz stormed out of the living room. “What is going on with Jazz, Yvette?” she asked. Yvette suppressed her emotions and said calmly, “I reprimanded him about his studies and he did not
“He is still sleeping,” Summer said. As she walked into the bathroom, she heard voices speaking from the living room. “Mark is still asleep. Let’s wait for him to have breakfast together,” Solomon said. “Alright. Keep your voice down. Don’t wake him up.” Daisy’s voice was not any softer, though. Listening on, Summer shook her head in an I-can’t-even fashion while her mouth was filled with toothpaste foam. When she came out of the bathroom, Amara was lying on the settee, whining about her hungry stomach. “Mom, let’s have breakfast. Just keep a small portion for Mark,” Summer said. “That’s not very gracious. Just wait a little longer. We will have breakfast when Mark is here,” Daisy said. While they were talking, Mark just woke up and walked out of the room, his eyes barely open. He was buttoning his shirt as he emerged, his bare chest exposed, revealing his sexy and charming wall of muscles. Amara looked on, wide-eyed as she was treated to such rare eye candy in the m
Before her voice trailed off, her phone vibrated. She picked it up and saw that it was Grace. “Where are you now?” Grace asked. “On the way back to the Valentine mansion. What is wrong?” “Nothing. I am just bored to death. I will see you at the Valentine mansion.” The line went dead. Mark cocked an eyebrow with his eyes squinted. “Who was that?” “Grace. She said she will come to see me in the Valentine mansion,” Summer said upon hanging up the phone. “Still in contact with Officer Singleton?” He turned the steering to the right as he casually asked in a deep voice. “Uh-huh.” She nodded. He looked over at her with concern. “Doesn’t he know you are married?” “That has nothing to do with befriending him.” Summer paused for a second before she continued. “He is a good person; sincere, kind, and honorable. He is a rare friend.” She was telling the truth. Few people were like Dean in society today. She did not want to lose a friend like him. Mark raised his eyebrows,
What Mark said was reasonable. Yvette could not find fault with him. “Really?” “Yeah,” Mark replied and went upstairs to get changed. Now there were only Yvette and Summer in the living room. Just when Yvette was about to speak, a series of footsteps was heard before Grace and Charlie came through the door. “Happy New Year, Ms. Yvette. It has been so long yet you still look as pretty as ever.” Charlie’s charming eyes narrowed into slits as he smiled. No one disliked compliments. Yvette was no exception. She broke into a bright smile. “You sweet-talker.” While speaking, Yvette cast her eyes on Grace, looking at her up and down. “This is…” Grace was wearing fur and a short skirt with heavy makeup, her black wavy hair cascading down her shoulders. “Nice to meet you. I am a friend of Summer’s. I have always wanted to meet you because I have heard from Summer that you are young and beautiful,” Grace said politely. Grace was good with people. She knew what to say and when to