He wore a formal black outfit. Not a crease could be found. Only a few days had passed, yet he appeared skinnier. However, his chiseled face was even more defined and stunning.People like him were born to look good in formal outfits. He had that perfect physique—broad shoulders, narrow hips—that could rock every inch of the outfit, attracting attention. The car behind stopped as well, and the mayor of Santabaca emerged from it.Recomposing herself, she avoided eye contact and lowered her head, hiding herself among the crowd.As though there was something, Mark glanced across the crowd, and his sight landed on a certain spot; after gazing at it for some time, he averted.The three men walked side by side with each other while the rest marched behind. It was a splendid procession.The lady teacher beside her sneered, “Look at the principal and Mr. Valentine. They are both in formal outfits, but the contrast is just like heaven and hell!”All the lady teachers’ attention gathered
Her gaze was fixated on the road ahead as she focused on driving without uttering a word. She was careful as she was still not used to driving. He watched her as he leaned on the side of the window with his chin in his hand. He couldn't explain it clearly in words, but he thought she looked attractive when she was focused. He asked, "Why did you decide to get a car?" He shifted in his seat when he asked. The car felt slightly cramped for him, and he felt somewhat aggrieved. "I've decided to start afresh. Anyways, don't talk to me when I'm driving." He ignored what she said and asked, "Start afresh?" "Yes. I'm starting a new life which does not have you in it," she replied as she thought, 'I can only be cruel to myself if I'm able to be cruel to you.' His eyes darkened in a flash, and a cold, gloomy air radiated off him. He smirked and spoke up after a while, "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.." Summer didn't spare him a glace. She always had total focus on the roa
He remained on the couch after she left. Then, he got up and took out a bottle of brandy. He could see her leave further and further away until she disappeared into the void as he stood by the window. ‘What a cruel woman,' he thought. Brandy is highly concentrated, but he finished the whole bottle. He hadn't had a good night's sleep ever since she left, so he thought resorting to drowning in alcohol and numb his senses would be a great decision. Having finished the bottle, he laid on the couch, and the doorbell rang. He missed it as he was fast asleep. The person at the door opened the door herself after not getting any response, and she who stepped in was Raine. She wore a long blue coat that reached her ankles with a belt fastened on her waist and a pair of heels on her feet. She entered the room and found him sleeping on the couch. The apartment smelt of alcohol, and she furrowed her brows at how pungent it was as she wondered how much he drank. Raine headed to the
His eyes darkened after he heard her words. They were as dark as coal. "Do you really want to come?" he asked."Yes," she answered without hesitation. She was determined to go; she wanted to know which place exactly did he think was not proper for her to follow along. ...However, she hadn't expected him to bring her to the place they had come to...He had brought her to Summer's house, and he was on his knees, begging for Daisy's forgiveness while she stood aside. ‘What is going on?' she thought.‘He drunk so much just now and hasn't even sobered up, nor can he even open his eyes fully, yet the first place he thought of going is her house? Am I not hurt enough?' Her heart had ached and bled so painfully at that moment, and never had she felt this way before. The door remained shut after Daisy opened the door and shut it hard in their faces. Mark's expression did not waver, nor did it darken. Dressed in his suit, he stood there. Raine had never seen him like that. He
Mark extended his arms and carried Charlotte, who was running towards him. He raised the family bucket with his right hand and asked, "Do you want some?" Charlotte's eyes sparkled, and she raised her fair hands high as she exclaimed with her cute voice, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" He carried Charlotte in his arms and stepped towards Summer. He stood behind her and asked with his shaped brows raised, "Will you have some with Charlotte?" "No need, I'm not hungry. I still have some laundry to do," she said without turning back as she kept her gaze low. He bobbed his throat and shifted his gaze away from her. He then carried Charlotte and stepped into her room. The room wasn't huge, but it felt cozy, and there was a stalk of a flower in a vase on the table. Charlotte sat there with both her hands full as she enjoyed her fried chicken. She ate till her tummy was round, and she could not eat anymore. He smiled as he pulled Charlotte into his embrace. His large hand landed on her tummy, and
His long figure sank into the couch as he sat still and stared at her. He pinched and massaged his temples and said, "I'm feeling somewhat tired. Can I stay for the night?" Without any hesitation, she bluntly rejected, "No, you cant!""I won't take up much place. I can just sleep on the couch, and I won't do anything to you. Don't worry. Plus, I can see what you've spelled out on your face, 'I don't have any relation to you'. I'm just tired, and I don't want to move." "No, you can't stay. You should leave," she insisted. She knew her defense would collapse if she let him carry on. However, she would never forget about her dad. She would never forget how he died nor her mother's resolve. He's so close yet so far for her, and she knew she isn't allowed to reach out to him. After a moment, Mark got up from the couch. He let out a soft 'hmph' and said defeatedly, "Good night." They were so close to one another, and she could feel his hot breath on her face when he spoke up.
The police had handled the situation pretty well. He walked up to Mark and said respectfully, “Mr. Valentine, it’s all been taken care of.”“Okay...” Mark nodded slightly. His left arm was hurt. He could only take out his cell phone with his right hand. He called Harry and just told him to get his ass over here immediately in his low voice.Summer was worried. She took his arm and said, “Don’t let Harry come. Just let the repair center take the car, and you go back with me.” Mark’s eyebrows went up a little bit. Was this a blessing in disguise?He said nothing, and she took it as his acquiescence. She called Harry again, and then she called the man at the repair center. Mark, on the other hand, left it all to her.Summer then took him into the car. Charlotte was still asleep in the back seat, and Mark was in the passenger seat.The policeman looked at the elegant and dignified Mr. Valentine sitting stooped in the passenger seat of the red compact car. His eyebrows twitched sligh
It was quiet, the night was deep and dark, and the atmosphere echoing in the room was soft and warm.Summer’s eyelashes were fluttering, her heart was fluttering, and her fingertips were also quivering. Her tenderness and concentration made her heart beat fast.It was as if she had fallen into a mist; everything around her was white, and the only thing that could be seen was his dark eyes, which seemed to penetrate everything to reach her.He was coming on too fiercely for her, like a sudden surge in a calm sea. It was overwhelming.Then she was swept away by the wind and the waves, and there was no way she could fight back.“Come back to me, will you?” The man bent down and kissed her gently on the forehead, bewitching her again in a voice that was unusually soft.He had never been so patient with a woman. She was the only one…“I want to hug you to sleep and greet the morning together. I’ll give you whatever you want…” He was like a magician performing magic, using all his mag