Chapter 311

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