A Contract Marriage After a ONS novel Chapter 10

A smile broke across Jazz's face, his voice euphoric when the front door was opened from the outside. " Miss Hart!"

It was not Summer, but Mark, who came in. Mark casually threw his black coat on the sofa as he walked in. He glanced at Jazz and sat down lazily on the sofa. “You seem to be very excited about seeing Miss Hart, e h?"

Jazz slumped on the sofa, feeling disappointed. He just stared at the clock without saying a word.

It was half-past eight. Why had Miss Hart not arrived yet?

Mark took off his tie that he had worn for an entire day. His sturdy chest muscles almost burst out of his gray shirt. He glanced sideways at Jazz as he spoke in a low voice. "Rest early. Miss Hart is not coming today."

Jazz turned around immediately. "Why is that?"

"She has been detained by the police." Mark said saintly as he flipped through the documents on the coffee table with his slender fingers.

"Why is she detained? And how do you know?” It shocked and puzzled Jazz upon hearing that.

"I saw it by chance," Mark said without looking up, his voice still indifferent, with his legs crossed and rested on the coffee table.

"Since you saw that, why didn’t you get her out?" Jazz became anxious, not too happy with his elder brother.

"Who is she to me?” Mark's lips twitched, his voice without the slightest emotion. He glanced sideways, and with a commanding voice, he said, "Go back to your room and rest. If you disturb me again, I will send you back to our parents' house."

Jazz shut up instantly. Not daring to mess with his elder brother again, he reluctantly went back to his room.

A thought came to mind, and his eyes brightened up a s he closed the door behind him.

Mark was holding a pen and signing on another document when his phone rang, breaking the silence. He picked up the phone and answered with a deep voice.

The person on the other end of the line said something, and Mark's brows furrowed. He placed his hand on his forehead, looking upset.

"I know, but at any rate, she is Jazz's class teacher and tutor, and Jazz is begging me. Just do it this one time," Yvette Angelo-Mark and Jazz’s mother-said.

"Okay, I know. Good night, mom," Mark said and then hung up.

Jazz was eavesdropping behind the door. He smirked and quickly closed the door back up.

Because he just noticed Mark was shooting a piercing glance in his direction, scaring the hell out of him.

But he had to do that. He did not dare to bother his elder brother, and his mom was the only person he could count on.

The police lockup.

Summer could sleep at all. She was sitting there while her mind had gone elsewhere.

"Summer Hart. Who the hell is Summer Hart?" A loud female voice came all of a sudden, jolting Summer out of her thoughts.

"It is me." Puzzled, Summer got to her feet.

A middle-aged policewoman glanced at her a couple o f times and then murmured, “You must be the luckiest person on Earth to have such a lucky star protecting you."

The voice was too low to be audible to Summer. Before she knew it, the middle-aged policewoman had already opened the cell door. "Let's go."

’Go? Go where?’

With questions in mind, she followed behind the middle-aged policewoman.

She was surprised when the policewoman brought her to the police station chief’s office, where two other people were in.