The aroma of her dishes filled the room. Mark's eyes narrowed, feeling a little hungry.
But the woman had no intentions of inviting him to eat with her. His eyes darkened, but he did not bother anymore. He walked into the kitchen just to find out that there was no extra cutlery for him.
He fidgeted his brows and turned back to the living room, sitting on the couch.
Summer had too much for her lunch, so a simple soup was enough to fill her stomach. She washed the dishes and went to her desk in the living room, preparing the materials for her class tomorrow. Her bedroom was too small to fit her desk and notebooks.
Mark watched her from behind, his gaze deep. He then walked back into the kitchen to get himself some of the soup she had. He filled the soup in the bowl she used after heating it.
Summer was typing away on her keyboard when she heard a faint slurping sound. She frowned and turned around.
All she saw was the man sitting at her table in his suit. He was eating the soup from her bowl quietly. The table was a little small, creating the illusion of
him looking stuffed in her living room.
Summer shot him a side eye before looking back to her computer screen. Everything he did was no longer her business.
After she was done with her class preparation, she cleaned her desk and went to the washroom, wanting t o take a shower. There was no hot water, so the water that came out from the shower was icy cold. But Summer just went along with it.
Mark was already done with the soup when she went back to the living room after her shower. He stared at her intensely, "Let's go back to Valentine Mansion.”
She took her broom and started to sweep the floor. She did not bother to look at him when she responded, "I like it here. You can show yourself out, Mr.
Valentine."
Mark's lips tightened as he looked at her small apartment. His lips now curled, "Pack your things, let's go back to my place."
This, however, was enough to make Summer lift her head. She stopped whatever she was doing and uttered word by word, "I am staying here; I am not going anywhere. Mr. Valentine can leave anytime!"
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