A Contract Marriage After a ONS novel Chapter 2

Summer wrapped herself with a scarf and exhaled, making a big cloud in the air as she went outside the hotel.

She had more than a bad day; the day of her friend's wedding had turned out to be the day of her losing her virginity.

It was all the fault of a drunk perv.

’Is there anyone more miserable than I am now?'

She could not help but shrink back when a gust of chilly wind blew into her face. The weather was freezing today.

But what was done was done. There was no point crying over spilled milk.

She was twenty-four, an adult. Treating this as an absurdity of life, erasing it from her memory, and moving on was the way forward.

She looked up and inadvertently saw a huge outdoor T V screen.

"Mr. Valentine, what is the purpose of you coming back here? Are you planning to target the local market here?"

"Your company in Athana is doing so well. Why do you choose to return to Estain, Mr. Valentine?"

"Would you accept an interview with our magazine, M r. Valentine?"

A large group of reporters raised their cameras and surrounded the man, all wanting to get an interview with him.

The man said not a word. He kept a smile on his goodlooking face as he nodded to the reporters.

He was haughty, reserved, indifferent, elegant, yet no one thought he was rude.

Summer could not believe her eyes. He was none other than that perv.

She sneered, lowered her head, and then spun around. Right behind her, a group of women, old and young, were fascinated at seeing the man. They were all his big fans, apparently. 2

Half an hour later, she was back at home. A strong coffee aroma drifted into her nostrils the moment she stepped into the living room.

Daisy Scott saw it was her daughter and waved at her with a smile on her face. "Would you like a cup of coffee, Summer?"

Summer pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind, put on a smile, and behaved like her usual self. "What coffee is that?" "As you know, your dad and I traveled to Mowo. The place is famous for its coffee. We just bought a little. It is too expensive."

"It doesn’t matter. The most important thing is that we get to taste the finest coffee. It is called enjoyment. Don't be so hard on yourself," Solomon Hart, Summer's dad, said.

Summer smiled. The three of them sat down at the coffee table, sipping their freshly brewed black coffee while her parents told of their interesting stories of the Mowo trip.

The dark roast coffee was bold and smoky in taste. Her dad liked strong black coffee, so it was kind of bitter.

But as bitter as it was, she drank four large cups of it. She checked the time, put down her coffee cup, and ran into her room.

"What's the matter?" Daisy looked at her in puzzlement.

"I have got to go to work this afternoon. I am running late."

While speaking, she stuffed her new gloves into her handbag before running out of the house like a bat out of hell.

It was 2:30 when she arrived at the office. She breathed a sigh of relief as there were still ten minutes before her class started.

She was teaching at First Santabaca High School, which was the top school in Santabaca. Every year, students competed to get a place here, not just because it was the top high school in the city but also because of its wonderful benefits and treatment. But that also meant the entry requirement was stricter.

She was a language teacher for Class 4 and 5 of 12th Grade and also the class teacher of Class 5.

"Please turn to page 85 of the textbook. What we are going to look at today is Sonnet 85 from Shakespeare.

I will read it aloud first, while you all look at the annotations below."