Summer came out of her thought after a while and went into the kitchen to make a simple corn chowder. She then sat at the dining table and started eating, once again ignoring him completely.
Mark found the water hard to swallow when he saw she was giving him the cold shoulder again.
Gloominess shrouded his good mood, his deep squinted eyes staring at her from behind. "Let's talk, Mrs. Valentine."
After taking a sip of the corn chowder, her hands and feet warmed up. She looked up at him and spelled out her words. "What does Mr. Valentine want to talk to m e about? Is it about the tripartite relationship between the three of us? Since you refuse to divorce, then your intention must be to maintain the status quo. And the so-called status quo means that our marriage is just a transaction. When you have the right to interfere with my affairs, but I can’t with yours, what is the point of talking?"
Mark narrowed his eyes, thinking she was not ordinarily smart. She always hit the nail on the head.
"Unless you have made a thorough decision to divorce me, or decide to be with her, then there will be a need for a good talk between us. And when you want to talk
to me, have you decided what to talk about? Don't tell me you are on impulse just because you can’t bear to see my face and attitude."
Mark was not a person who would usually talk about himself, but she could vaguely guess what was on his mind, judging from what he said for the past few days.
He was a well-known figure in Santabaca, and everyone was trying to butter him up.
It must be that he could not stand it when she gave him the cold shoulder for the past several days.
He frowned and looked her in the eyes. He could see his own reflection in her black, lustrous pupils.
By now, Summer had finished the corn chowder. She got up but left the bowl and spoon on the table while she went to brush her teeth in the bathroom.
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