A Contract Marriage After a ONS novel Chapter 5

"What do you think, Miss Hart?" Mark looked up and asked again.

"I still refuse." Summer looked at him in the eyes and spelled out the answer.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at her but said nothing, as if he had read her mind at this moment.

She looked up in surprise when she heard nothing from him. It was at this moment that their eyes met. She plunged into his penetrating gaze with her heart pounding uncontrollably.

As the air of silence built up between them, Mark suddenly opened his mouth, his voice sounding so unquestionable and confident. "I suppose your refusal has something to do with what happened that night."

Summer expression changed. She was afraid of this man. He was like a cheetah in a gentleman’s clothes. H e would kill its prey in an instant.

She did not deny what he said was correct. She even nodded in admission.

"I have something to say about that night." Mark looked at her. "It was out of good intentions to suggest a hymen reconstruction. I think you must have misunderstood me, Miss Hart."

What he said got on her nerves immediately. She gritted her teeth and said in a low voice, "I hope you can completely forget about that night, Mr. Valentine.

I don't care if your have a good intention."

"I have forgotten it. It is you who can’t get over it, Miss Hart." He was observing her with his penetrating eyes.

She looked away to avoid his gaze. "I am not."

"Why not be Jazz's tutor then?" Mark raised an eyebrow, giving her more pressure, i

He had successfully ignited her rare irritability. She rose to her feet at once, feeling annoyed. "No! I am not going to do that. No! Don’t you get it, Mr. Valentine?"

She flushed. Her big eyes were sparkling clean, black, and bright, so much so that even Mark was attracted t o them. His eyes flickered as his lips curled up in a weak smile. "You are losing it again, Miss Hart."

"So what even if I am losing it? I told you I didn’t want t o be Jazz's tutor. I still have classes in the afternoon. Please excuse me, Mr. Valentine."

Summer grabbed her handbag and headed to the door. After only going two steps away, someone pushed the door open from the outside. It was Jazz.

Mark raised an eyebrow as he saw Jazz. "I am not going to force Miss Hart to do what she doesn’t like, Jazz. Tell Ben to send Miss Hart back to the school."

Jazz’s eyebrows furrowed. He looked at Summer. " Why not, Miss Hart?" ”1 still have a lot of work to do, Jazz. I don't have time t o be a tutor." Summer looked at Jazz apologetically.

She then walked around Jazz and left.

Mark got to his feet and walked out, too. He raised an eyebrow when he saw Jazz still standing on the spot. " Aren't you going?”

"Do you believe I can get her to agree, Mark?" The corner of Jazz’s mouth curled up in a smile. "I have a lot of stuff to do, too. I don't have time to go to school."

Mark checked the time as he got into his black Bentley. He could not care less about what Jazz said.

When Summer arrived at the school, the school principal summoned her to his office.

He asked her many questions irrelevant to her work. All of them were about Mark.

She sat there, pretending to be listening. She was drowsy, and her stomach growled because she had eaten nothing today.

All because her plan for pasta did not work out this afternoon.