billion book
Chapter 223
Chapter 223
As Summer was cutting potatoes, the door opened and Mark walked in. She smiled and said,
"Welcome back."
"Yea...” Mark responded lightly, his eyes giving her a meaningful stare.
Summer did not notice it. She bustled around in the kitchen in an apron. "Wash your hands first. The
food will be ready soon."
Mark did not move. He leaned aside, moving his thin lips, and asked in a deep voice, "Why didn’t you
use the card I gave you?"
Summer, still holding the spoon in her hand, paused slightly at Mark's question and said, “I am not in
need of money, and I am not really buying anything, so I did not use it. Do you need the card? I will get
it for you now."
Hearing this, Mark's anger, which had been building u p all day, was on the verge of exploding. His face
looked sullen and his eyes were as cold as ice, staring at her coldly as if he could see through her
mind.
She was lying...
He gave her the card before she borrowed money from Sherman. Since she already had the card, why
did she borrow from Sherman instead?
She would rather spend Sherman’s money than his. It was ironic, and it pissed him off. To her, was he
less important than Sherman?
Just then, the phone vibrated. He then calmed the anger burning in his eyes and picked up the phone.
The caller ID was: Raine.
His eyes were slightly fixed on the screen for a moment. As his long finger was about to swipe across
the screen, he thought of something. He glanced at Summer in the kitchen, then walked to the window
away from the kitchen, and answered the call.
However, it was not Raine who spoke, but the servant a t Valentine mansion.
She said she did not know what was wrong with Raine. She was suffering. Her face was pale, she was
sweating from pain, and she could not even stand up.
Hearing this, Mark quickly hung up the phone, picked up his silver-gray coat, and walked to the door
quickly. 1
Summer caught him trotting towards the door. She asked from behind him, puzzled, "Where are you
going now? Dinner is almost ready."
However, she was only answered by a deep voice, that was slightly hurried, "I have an urgent
meeting..." 2
When she tried to speak again, the tall figure had already disappeared out of the door.
In the kitchen, the vegetable soup was simmering with a rich aroma, the potatoes were cooked and the
other dishes were ready.
Looking at the sumptuous meal, Summer suddenly lost her appetite. She turned around and went to
the living room, turned on her computer, and prepared for the next class.
She estimated that the meeting should be over in an hour or two. She was not hungry at all, so she
decided t o wait for him.
After logging on to Facebook, she started preparing the lessons.
Suddenly, the Messenger app had a new message. She moved her mouse and clicked on it. Sherman
sent her a smiley face.
Summer reciprocated with a smiley face and they started chatting.
Sherman: Is Mark home at the moment?
Summer: He was, but now he is back in the office. Why?
Sherman: Did he tell you anything? Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.
Summer: What is it?
Sherman: Nothing, what are you doing now?
Summer: Preparing for the next class.
Sherman: You are indeed an excellent teacher. You are my role model. I should learn from you. Well,
go ahead. Got to go.