Chapter 212

“You had better not let me see guilt on your face, Mrs. Valentine,” Mark said.   Summer’s hand paused for a second. “But you are hurt because of me. This is an undeniable fact.”   He glanced down at her with his charming but cold face, his voice as deep as ice, when he said, “It is a man’s responsibility to protect his wife. Who else would you want to come to save you if not me?”   She was stunned at hearing this. Following immediately, a burst of warmth rose within her, along with some unexplainable emotions that made her shiver and jump for joy.   He had said nothing nice to her, but these simple words of his were the best among them.   Tenderness quickly concealed those fears and terror, her expression softening. She then went into the kitchen and made him soup.   She did not drink the soup but just sat across from him, looking at him and getting a sense of satisfaction that she had never had before when he drank all of it.   He was a left-hander, and he hurt his right hand. So his