A Contract Marriage After a ONS novel Chapter 4

Summer took several steps back. She was startled when the car's window rolled down and saw that it was him again.

Mark first glanced at her, and then looked at Jazz, who was sitting on the front passenger seat. "Get off."-

The door opened, and Jazz got out of the car. He again acted like a gentleman, with a smile on his face. "Mark wants to talk to you, Miss Hart."

'Why does he want to talk to me?'

Summer's heart skipped a beat. She glanced at the man in the car with caution. "What is it about?"

"It is about my study." Jazz hemmed and forced a smile.

She must have been stressed out and overthought. She licked her lips. "Since it is about Jazz’s study, why don’t you go to my office?"

"Considering who Mark is, reporters must have gotten the wind and are on their way here. We had better find a better place."

While speaking, the school principal, who had got the wind, rushed out to meet Mark. "You should have told me earlier that you would come, Mr. Valentine, so I could come out to welcome you."

Mark cleared his throat and nodded casually. "I am here just for the parent-teacher conference. I didn’t want to bother you."

"Don't mention it, Mr. Valentine." The school principal rubbed his hands awkwardly. Only then did he notice Summer was here. He looked at her in surprise. "Miss Hart?"

Summer nodded politely. She did not know that the school principal would notice a small fry like her.

"I need to talk to Miss Hart about my younger brother's study," Mark said.

"Sure." The school principal grinned from ear to ear and then looked at Summer. "Go talk with Mr.

Valentine. Take your time; there is no rush to come back today. But please come up with something specific, don't disappoint Mr. Valentine."

'Does the school principal have to do it so conspicuously to please Mark Valentine?'

The principal looked like a father who sold his daughter for a penny. Summer thought to herself as she tried to get out of this. "But I still have classes in the afternoon."

'Is she a heedless folly?' The principal had gotten anxious now, 'Screw the d*mn classes and go with Mr. Valentine, would you?'

"Don’t worry. Miss Atkinson will take your place, Miss Hart."

Jazz raised an eyebrow at the principal. "Okay, we will

take Miss Hart away."

Without waiting for Summer to respond, Jazz opened the car door, put his hand on her shoulder, and shoved her into the back seat while he got into the front passenger seat.

"Where are we going, Mark?" Jazz tilted his head and asked.

"I'm starving," Mark said with a hoarse, low voice. He leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes to take a catnap, his eyes sweeping over her.

Summer frowned and was uneasy, as the energy of the man beside her was too hard to ignore. She dared not even move a muscle, for Christ's sake.

Jazz and the chauffeur were also in the car, but that did not lessen the pressure she felt. Instead, things became more and more unbearable to her.

She had to keep her eyes looking straight. Or else she would see the man from the corner of her eye.

The car drove forward steadily before it finally came t o a halt in front of an expensive-looking restaurant.

In the elegant and palatial private dining room, a medium-cooked steak was placed in front of each of them, along with a bottle of red wine.