She felt the two were in their own world where she could not get in.
Mark’s well-knotted hands gripped Summer’s wrist tightly as he took her into the apartment. His face was grave all this while.
Not that Summer wanted to catch up with him, he just walked too fast. She reminded Mark. “But Aunt is still there.”
“Mark.” Raine called out at him from behind.
The corners of Summer’s mouth turned up in a smile as she expected him to let go of her.
But he did not. Instead, he clenched her wrists harder. “I will stay here tonight. You go back and tell her.”
He said nothing further and brought her into the apartment.
Raine stood alone outside in the cold—the type of cold that she had never experienced before.
He walked away with Summer and abandoned her by the roadside.
Perhaps it was not the weather but Mark’s action and words that caused the chills.
But she believed Mark had never fallen in love with Summer. Absolutely not. She was confident of this.
Her black skirt fluttered in th