Without waiting for Summer to respond, Amara turned around and closed the office door behind her thoughtfully. There were only two of them in the office. The smile in Jazz’s charming eyes remained right from the beginning. “Give me five minutes.” His voice was as gentle as the breeze. “Okay.” Summer nodded with a smile. “Go ahead, I will drink a glass of water.” Sitting down on the leather chair, Jazz’s hand moved at lightning speed as he signed some documents, as if he was in a hurry. While drinking water, Summer’s gaze occasionally swept over him. It was difficult for her to associate him with Jazz, who never passed exams four years ago. Jazz signed a thick stack of documents within five minutes and threw the pen on the table. “Let’s go. You should treat me to lunch.” “That’s for sure. Are you okay with any type of lunch?” Jazz nodded, staring at her beautiful face with a hint of greediness. The rest was not important as long as he could have lunch with her. The two t
Jazz’s eyes fell on her, quietly staring at her for a long while, before he opened his mouth in a serious tone of voice. “From now on, I will not address you as my teacher, and will not treat you as my sister-in-law, but will openly call you by name.” The way he spoke was of the hegemony and insistence of men. Four years ago, she was his teacher, and he rarely had the chance to call her by her name except in private. But at this time, he could openly call her name in front of everyone. Summer’s hand which was holding the glass froze in the air. The next second, Jazz’s warm and dry hand cupped the back of her hand. Stunned, Summer’s hand jerked and water spilled onto the table. As if there was an electric current running up her hand, she quickly retracted her hand, looked Jazz in the eyes and said slowly, “Jazz, you should understand that some things are never possible.” His tall body froze then, but it was just for a second. Jazz regained his usual composure, as if nothin
Jazz was just as astonished as Summer was. But he quickly regained his composure. “Mark?” The leather chair turned slowly, and Mark stubbed out the cigarette in his hand and revealed his charming face. When his eyes swept across Summer, a cold light, which was deep and dark, as if he was about to swallow her whole, flashed across his eyes. He then acknowledged Jazz. “What are you doing here?” “She asked me to bring you back for dinner in the Valentine mansion.” Taking back his gaze from Summer, Mark had little emotion on his face, as if he was only seeing an insignificant stranger. Mark did not say who she was, but Jazz knew that he was talking about Yvette. He picked up some documents and said, “I will return after you.” Mark gave a faint response and strode out of the office. But the moment he walked past Summer, his footsteps seemed to pause for a moment spontaneously. As short as the encounter was, it caused such a strong emotional perturbation. It was not until he di
Sneering, Summer slapped his hand away. “Instead of being nosy here, you should have gotten lovey-dovey with your lover. Besides, I have nothing to do with you now. You have no right to interfere in my affairs, no matter who I want to seduce.” Her voice reeked of sharp cynicism. Mark quirked his eyebrows, his eyes flickering as he looked at her with a smile instead of anger. “It does not matter, but if you want to seduce Jazz, it will be another matter. My advice to you is to perish the thought.” Having not seen him for four years, he had become even more good-looking, mature, and bewitching, but at the same time, more shameless. “To give up or not, it is not up to you.” She sneered provocatively. Mark snorted a frosty smile as he stared at her. “Fine. We shall see.” The corners of Summer’s eyes raised as she smiled and nodded. “So, can you leave now, Mr. Valentine? The last thing I want is to be called a mistress.” This little pink mouth of hers had become more and more
She was afraid that Mark would hear it. She would be lying to think that she was not scared. She was afraid that Mark would take Charlotte away. After all, Charlotte was his child, too. But at this time, she also understood more clearly that she must not panic and let him see the slightest clues on her face. She took a deep breath to calm herself down, then quietly studied his expression, trying to find out whether he was paying attention to those voices. But there was no emotional fluctuation on his charming face. His darkened eyes just stared deadly at her, as if they were chopping her up alive. She felt relieved, her tense muscles easing up, yet she still could not help swallowing nervously. As long as his attention was on her, he might not hear what Charlotte said. Daisy was heard coaxing Charlotte back to the house. Charlotte sounded reluctant but was carried back into the house without complaint. It was not until the footsteps disappeared that Summer felt a sens
But before she could climb more than a few steps, a hand with the heat and dryness of a man grabbed her from behind. She was slightly startled, standing still, and the palm of her hand felt hot. The next second, the man’s deep and hoarse voice drifted into her ears. “Remember what I said, don’t see Jazz again. You don’t want to mess with me.” Taunting, sneering, stinging; she flung his hand away with force, looking at him and forced her words through her mouth. “You don’t want to mess with me, either. So stop provoking me in the future.” Immediately, she left without looking back, not sparing a glance at the man. Mark had not left when Summer disappeared from his sight. He clenched his hands, feeling like wanting to snap her slender, beautiful neck. It was not until his phone vibrated that he pulled back his thoughts. “Hey, Jazz,” he answered. “Didn’t you mean to have dinner together at the Valentine mansion, Mark? I have been back for a long time, why haven’t you come back
Charlotte rolled her body over on the bed and fell asleep with a stuffed bear in her arms. Taking out her cell phone and walking over to the balcony, Summer called Jazz. He picked up the phone in no time. “I wonder if you have time tomorrow, Jazz?” She lowered her voice, speaking very softly, but enough for the other end to hear clearly. “Yeah, what’s up?” “Don’t you want to visit those places in Santabaca? I have time tomorrow.” Jazz was brisk all of a sudden on the phone. “Okay, I will pick you up tomorrow.” “All right.” She hung up and put the phone aside. Now that Mark was back in Santabaca, if she and Charlotte continued to stay here, they might bump into him one day, just like this afternoon. This was too dangerous. In order to avoid this, it was better for her and Charlotte to leave as soon as possible. After four years, Charlotte had become a part of her life, and she had long been accustomed to Charlotte’s company, without which she really did not know what s
Obviously, she did not take heed of his warning. His narrow eyes flashed with a dangerous light as he squinted and raised his head, downing the entire cup of coffee at one go. His face darkened, as black as ink that could not be washed away. The next morning Summer went to the bathroom to freshen up. Not wanting to wake Charlotte up, she moved with light steps. But when she stepped back into the room, Charlotte had woken up and was sitting in bed, rubbing her groggy eyes with her tiny hands. When she went to bed at night, she liked to roll around in bed. So when she woke up the next morning, the back of her hair would always point upward. Summer reached to brush down her hair and coaxed her gently, “Charlotte, go sleep a little longer.” She did not plan to bring Charlotte along. But if she were to walk out when Charlotte was awake, she would clamor to tag along. So she thought she had better coax her back to sleep. “I don’t want to sleep anymore. I want to go out with y