Chapter 41
Chapter 41
As she entered the living room, Summer saw Gordon attentively reading the newspaper as he sat on
the leather recliner sofa.
With his serious-looking appearance, the military service uniform he was dressed in has made Gordon
look especially stern and solemn.
She greeted him as she bit her lower lip, "Hello, grandfather."
Without even batting an eye at her, he continued to flip through the newspaper as if he had not heard
her at all.
Summer was not too bothered by his response as she had already seen it coming.
With her defined features, Yvette gave out a sophisticated vibe as she was brewing her afternoon
coffee.
Summer greeted her as well, "Hello, mom."
"Oh. You’re back." Unlike Gordon, Yvette responded and continued to say, "The maids had already Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.
tidied u p your room. She'll guide you there in a moment."
A soft but high-pitched voice rang through, "So this is big brother's wife. Right, auntie?"
A slender figure dressed lavishly in black appeared before Summer. Taking Summer's appearances in,
she
looked at her from head to toe.
Furrowing her brows, Lily Marsh said in a hostile tone, "This is what big brother fell in love with? She
doesn't look any special."
"Lily! How could you?" Yvette scolded lightly and turned to Summer, "Please, don’t mind Lily. She
means no harm; she’s just used to speaking very directly, you see. Try to bear with her, alright?"
Glancing at Lily, Summer gave a light smile, "Yes, mom. I will," then, with slight sarcasm in her voice,
she continued, "How could I not, especially to such a cute and truthful girl she is."
Looking haughty as she heard Summer’s reply, Lily did not sense the sarcasm and thought that
Summer thought she was much inferior than her to deserving o f Mark too.
'So what if they’re married? I will break them up!' Lily thought.
Hearing their brief interaction and feeling cautious, Yvette stopped her actions momentarily as she
poured her coffee. She then requested for the maid and dismissed Summer off to her room.
The room was spacious with big windows showing a wonderful view of greenery. With leaves and snow
falling simultaneously, it looked simply pleasing.
However, it did not matter to Summer as she was not i n the mood to admire the beautiful scenery. To
her, moving and living in the Valentine mansion only
meant one thing, suffering.
After taking a bath, she sat on the couch and watched some television without changing out of her
robe.
Hearing footsteps, she turned her head and shifted her gaze to the door. Mark walked in a while, taking
off his tie.
Focusing on the television again, she continued sitting there without intending to move.
Eyebrows raised, he stood in front of her and said with his deep voice, "Mrs. Valentine, I believe it's
your job to undress me.”
Glancing at his hands, she huffed, "Can't you do it yourself? Your hands are empty anyway."
"I’m feeling slightly tired from work, and there's just too many buttons," he said as he pinched the
bridge of his nose with his left hand while pulling her up with his right.
Gritting her teeth, she said, "Don't wear this then if you think it has too many buttons."
'He's the CEO of a big corporate company, for God's sake! Who knew he could have such a lazy side,’
she thought to herself.
He pressed her palm onto his chest. Smirking, he said, "Are you telling me to go out nude? I wouldn’t
mind doing, you know."
"You know that's not what I meant!" she lightheartedly scolded him while unbuttoning his shirt.
Smiling with his eyes, he watched her. Noticing her hair still being a little wet, he figured she just
bathed. She looked alluring as her cheeks were slightly flushed with droplets dripping on her cheeks
from some wet strands of her hair.
Her defined collarbone was peeking out as well from the slightly oversized bathrobe.
Unbuttoning his shirt for him, Summer did not notice the lust in his eyes nor felt his body change.
Just as he wanted to snake his arms around her waist, they heard a knock, and soon, the door was
pushed open.
Almost immediately, Lily appeared before them, holding a plate of fruits.