But at the same time, the landlady could not quite understand something. Judging by Mark's attire, graceful and dignified way of speaking, deeds, and every move, and his car that was worth millions, he was a rich man. But why did he stay in such a place?
The landlady shook her head, stretched as she walked toward the nearby square for her morning exercises.
Summer was still asleep when Mark returned. He did not wake her up, but sat at the dining table and pecked at the breakfast.
After that, he put the rest of the breakfast in a heatinsulation container, checked the time, picked up his black coat and left. He had to attend an international conference at 7:30 am, and it was 7:00 am now.
It was 7:10 am when Summer woke up. The first thing she did by instinct was to glance down at the floor.
The quilt on the floor had been folded up and placed aside neatly, and there was no sound coming from the living room. Obviously, he had already left.
She got out of bed and freshened up. Because she woke up late, she had little time for breakfast. So she planned to heat a glass of milk.
When she came into the kitchen, she was puzzled
when she saw a heat-insulation container on the stove. She walked over and opened it up, only to see that there was orange juice and hot chocolate inside.
On the side were a baguette, croissant, pancake, and even two hard-boiled eggs.
She did not have to guess who bought these things. But she was a little surprised because he did this.
She arrived on time at the school, but just barely.
When she came to the classroom, she found that Jazz's place was still vacant. She asked the substitute teacher who went to the self-study session last night and was told that the seat had always been vacant.
That meant Jazz did not come to school all day.
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