Chapter 1814Before Jazz came to pick up Essa, his elder brother told him he should give candies if he was blocked out of the door. The big brother got experience in his own wedding years ago. Jazz kept it in his mind. At the moment, under such circumstances, he generously distributed candies to everyone. Jazz was a smart guy! People were happy with the candies. They let him in and stopped making trouble for him. People were just having fun on their wedding day and making the atmosphere livelier. Essa's wedding dress was custom-made by the most famous designer in Paris. Summer had arranged it for her. It looked gorgeous on Essa. The wedding dress had a fishtail, which set off Essa's slender waist even more as if it could be grabbed in one hand. The dress was low-back, showing her fair skin. Under the light, Essa looked amazing! Essa was so beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful! Stepping on her crystal high heels, she walked slowly towards Jazz. The distance wasn't long,
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 happened last night.'What's going on?'She had attended her friend’s wedding as a bridesmaid last 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. She quickly reached over to the bedside table for her mobile phone and made a call to Grace Livingston, her bestie.“You were completely hammered last 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
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 TV screen.“Mr. Valentine, what is the purpose of you coming back here? Are you planning to target the local market here?”“Your company in Athana is doing so well. Why do you choose to return to Estain, Mr. Valentine?”“Would you accept an interview with our magazine, Mr. Valentine?”A large group of
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 was coming in two days, but there was no snow—probably climate change was real. Holding a glass 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-in-law, 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 to say I lost? I was just having bad luck. I will win it all back in two days.”Summer glanced 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
Summer took several steps back. She was startled when the car’s window rolled down and saw that it was him again.Mark first glanced 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 glanced 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 place.”While speaking, the school principal, who had got the wind, rushed out to meet Mark. “You should have told me earlier that you would come, Mr. Valentine, so I could come out to
“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 penetrating gaze with her heart pounding uncontrollably.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. He 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
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 just come 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 bl
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. As 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 slamming 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