A Contract Marriage After a ONS novel Chapter 15

Carlos hurriedly changed his narrative. He was hesitant. "Honestly, Mr. Valentine. Miss Hart and I have very important things to discuss."

Mark sat down on a sofa leisurely with his brow raised. "What is it about?"

"It is a personal matter." Carlos made up an excuse.

"Well, what kind of personal matter, may I ask? If Miss Hart can help, I am sure I can, too." He was still behaving elegantly.

Carlos was silenced now. He could not imagine asking Mark Valentine to help him with ‘that stuff.’

After a while.

Nancy helped Lucas to the back seat before letting Summer-who had got a little drunk-sit in the front passenger seat.

Her eyes flickered, and her heart pounded uncontrollably as she sighted the side of the goodlooking man's face.

"Address?" Mark asked Nancy, who was sitting in the back seat.

"Stodan South," she replied hurriedly, after coming out of her daze. The black Land Rover started. There was silence in the car. The only thing audible was their breathing sounds.

Summer felt her head was about to explode and stomach liquid surge inside her. She kept her eyes closed while she tried to speak in her frail voice. "Can I lower the window a bit?"

"You looked heroic while drinking. I wonder why you are so frail now."

Mark was looking ahead, his words carrying a hint of sneer. The car took a right turn as he turned the steering wheel right.

She leaned against the window, raising her hand to massage her pulsing temples. "You were already in the bar when I was drinking, weren't you? You were rubbernecking.”

He raised an eyebrow and said not a word as he continued to drive.

She was negotiating with Carlos when he and Charlie Morgan arrived at the bar. It aroused their curiosity, and they decided to watch on the sidelines. So, in a sense, they were indeed rubbernecking.

"Thank you for not refusing to help me, Mr. Valentine." She shook her head with sarcasm.

Mark still said nothing, his lips curling up slightly, his eyes penetrating.

Nancy was sitting in the back seat and listening to what they said. But she could not find a chance to chime in. All she could do was to remain silent.

She wondered since when Summer and Mark knew

each other.

Her heart was racing, and her mind was a muddle when she saw the side of the man's face again.

A moment later, the car stopped downstairs at Stodan South. Nancy first helped Lucas upstairs and then came down to pick up Summer.

"Thank you for everything tonight, Mr. Valentine," Summer said while unfastening the seat belt with one hand.

He turned around and squinted at her. "Is it just me, or is your way of saying thank you a little insincere?"

"It is all in your head, Mr. Valentine. I am sincere. I am deeply grateful for what you have done."

"You are angry because I only came to your rescue at the very last minute?"

"Not at all. We are not related in any way. I don't blame you even if you don’t help me." Summer shook her head, looking sincere.

He rested one hand on the steering wheel, his lips curling up and his eyes looking as mellow as wine." You look absolutely enchanting when you speak with a serious tone of voice."

Indeed. With her back straightened, a serious face that blushed like red wine, and squirming little pink lips, she was absolutely alluring.