Chapter 640

Summer was perplexed as she asked, "You know Patrick too? He was my colleague in school. We were both English teachers for the same class, but he had left only after 2 days of work." "He was my schoolmate back when I was studying at Athana. He had hurried back to Athana because his father had suddenly passed away, and his mother had fallen ill. The reason why he came here in the first place was because of a woman." "For Raine, right?" "Yeah." Summer nodded. She had not expected Patrick to be one who was spoony, but he left a good impression on Summer even though they had only met about six times. After dinner, Kolby and Daisy went into the room while Summer and Makayla stayed in the living room. Fruits were prepared for them. "Why did you come over? Did you need something?" Summer asked politely in a friendly tone. She had no reason to be hostile with Makayla after all. "Do you hate me, Summer?" "Of course not. I don't have a reason to." Makayla smiled and replied, "I just returned from school, and Mark said Charlotte left some clothes in the apartment so he told me to let you know to get it." Summer nodded, signaling that she understood, "I'll head over to his place later. I'll fetch you along as well." "I don't want to trouble you. I have to go back to school later, and I'll stay there for the night." Kolby, who was done with Daisy's check-up, had walked out of the room. In a swift movement, he grabbed his coat on the rack and asked, "Which university are you studying at?" Makayla answered. Kolby lifted his chin, glanced, and winked at her as he said, "It's on the way where I'm heading to. I'll send you." "Thank you," she said with a blush dusted on her cheeks. She lowered her head and threw glances at him as she peeked. The three of them left the house together and separated ways after. Summer went to the right while Kolby and Makayla went to the left. Summer stood in front of his apartment. Instead of keying in the passcode and walking in like before, she rang the doorbell. It rang but no one had come to answer the door. She rang it again. The doorbell rang, and Mark knew it was her, but he just stayed still, ignoring it. She did not intend to unlock the door herself, so she kept ringing the doorbell again and again. After a long while, the door was finally answered, and she was met with that stone-cold expression of his. "May I know where Charlotte's clothes are?" Mark was dressed in a pair of white sweatpants, and his hands were tucked into the pockets as he looked at her coldly. Looking into his eyes, she stayed silent. Then, she walked past him and went to his room. As expected, she found Charlotte's jacket on his bed, and she grabbed it. "Pardon the intrusion," she said politely and gave a small nod before stepping out of his house. "The disturbance has been done, Ms. Hart. Please do stay in your zone quietly, as you should, and stay out of mine." His words were quick and he said them coldly with a hinge of anger in his voice. As though rain had poured over her, her body and her limbs felt cold. She sniffled then chuckled, "Don't worry, Mr. Valentine. I promise to not appear before you nor would I cause any disturbances to your life. I would also never step into your zone again. I swear. I'm sorry for what I've done a few days ago, that was my bad." As soon as he heard her words, his already angered emotions and rage tenfolded, and his face darkened. He gritted his teeth as he spitted out his cold and sarcastic reply, "That's so considerate of you." "I should go now. I won't ever cause any trouble to you again, Mr. Valentine. Don't worry," she smiled and replied. Then, she left. "That's great," he yelled as he thought, 'She could always piss me off so easily.’ ‘Everything's just f*cking great!' ‘Is she using my words against me now?'