Mark was panting as he rubbed her lips with his slightly rough finger. "Don't say anything that I don't want to hear, otherwise, I will kiss you to death here!"
When she said things that he did not want to hear, he would block her lips with his so she could not make a sound.
Summer was still trying to catch her breath; she was a little angry; she raised her foot and stepped on him forcefully. "Crazy man!"
"Well, I am a lunatic. You are the one who has driven m e into this. Don’t you dare to try on another wedding dress again. I will certainly rip it into pieces." Mark stared at her coldly, with deep and serious eyes. He made it clear to her that he would absolutely do what h e said!
Summer was anxious, and she hit him on the chest with all her strength. Not only was he a madman, but h e also drove others crazy too. Both of them glared at each other coldly in anger. As if they wanted to swallow each other up. It felt like a war between them was on the verge of breaking out.
The wedding dress was torn apart, revealing Summer's fair and slender legs. The wedding dress was in a tube top style. She looked very seductive
wearing in the torn wedding dress.
Mark's eyes darkened to pitch black, as black as nondilutable ink. A ringing tone from Mark’s cell broke the silence, and he picked up the call.
Upon hearing what the caller said, the expression on his handsome face changed; Even his eyebrows were raised. He hung up the cell and glanced at Summer deeply. After that, he turned around and walked out of the bridal shop.
Summer was puzzled by his sudden change of behavior. However, through the crack of the fitting room, she could see Raine standing outside the bridal shop.
'Could it be that the two came together? He came, and he brought along Raine? What a ridiculous joke!'
Mark and Raine were talking about something. The two left shortly and got into a black car parked by the roadside.
'What was he thinking?'
Summer gritted her teeth a little bit, then looked at the torn wedding dress she was wearing. All she could think now was to bite him to death!
At this moment, Dean was asked to go back downstairs. He came to the fitting room door and whispered, "Summer."
"What's the matter?" asked Summer.
Dean nodded. He went and picked up the bag on the sofa. Summer held Charlotte's hand, and the trio walked out of the bridal shop.
After walking two steps forward, the staff stopped them and brought the torn wedding dress to them." Miss, this wedding dress has not been paid yet?"
"It wasn't me who tore this wedding dress into pieces,"
Summer retorted.
"The only one who tried this wedding dress was you, Miss. No other customers have tried it before. Besides, there were only you in the fitting room. If it is not you who did it, then who else?" said the staff.
Summer felt a tightness in her chest after hearing this. It’s funny, if she was the only one in the fitting room, then how did Mark get in?
However, in the presence of Dean, she cannot speak of it. Nor can she defend herself. Otherwise...
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