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
Yvette was sipping on a glass of water. When she saw Jazz, she immediately broke into a smile. “You have come down just at the right time. Come over for breakfast.” “I have an appointment, Mom. So no breakfast for me this time.” “Even if it is an appointment, you should at least eat something before you go.” Jazz shook his head and then looked at Mark in surprise. “Mark, aren’t you going to work today?” “I’m not going.” He flipped a page of the paper and shot a knowing look at Jazz. But Jazz did not notice it. He said his goodbye and left the Valentine mansion. He arrived at the McDonald’s half an hour later. He pushed in and immediately spotted Summer sitting by the window. His charming face broke into a smile. But he was taken aback when he saw a beautiful little girl drinking orange juice beside her. He had quickly figured out that she must be the daughter of Summer and his brother. Jazz pulled back his thoughts, walked over, and sat down in front of Summer, his e
“Why are you Baby Bop, not Barney?” Jazz asked, hugging her closer to his arms. “Because I am small, Barney will look for food for Baby Bop. I don’t have the money to buy things for Baby Bop,” she pouted and said justifiably. Jazz broke into a smile and liked Charlotte even more. “Tell me, what else would you like to eat. I will buy it for you.” Licking her lips, she pointed to the cotton candy on the side. Jazz walked over and bought the largest one without saying a word. Charlotte smiled with her eyes turning into crescent moons. She held the cotton candy in her hands, but she did not eat it. Instead, she delivered it to Jazz’s mouth. “You may have it first, Uncle Handsome,” she said, her voice tender. Jazz was not a big fan of sweet things, but when he saw Charlotte’s face, he felt like he was ready to take a few glasses of syrups. Charlotte then offered her cotton candy to Summer. “You may eat it, too, Mommy.” “Thank you, but you can have it all for yourself.” Summer
“I came here to sign a contract.” Mark appeared calm, his lips sharp. He glanced at Summer with his deep black eyes. He then looked at Charlotte, staring fixedly at her. It was not after a long while his lips moved. “Whose child is this?” He felt the child looked like Summer and him. Summer looked calm, rational, without a trace of panic. “She is my brother’s child.” Only she knew how hard her heart was pounding right now. “Really?” His eyes glanced at her with a lukewarm expression, and then again, he stared at Charlotte, who was enjoying her cotton candy. His stony expression had a trace of gentleness. “What is her name?” “Charlotte Hart.” Summer sounded indifferent. “Let me carry her for a while.” Mark reached out his arms. But for some reason, Charlotte resented. She writhed in Jazz’s arm and turned her back to Mark. Her two small hands wrapped around Jazz’s neck, her chin resting on his shoulder. She continued to lick the cotton candy. Mark’s hands were in the