Chapter 339


    Bad guy! Stinker! She could not see her mom! He was a big liar!


    Mark got up to change a spot, now sitting opposite Charlotte and coaxing her with patience. "Open


    your mouth."


    Charlotte''s eyes reddened like a poor little bunny. She felt Mark was annoying. Her two little hands


    pped indiscriminately, only to hear a ng as the bowl dropped to the floor and broke into pieces.


    And the hot porridge in the bowl was all spilled onto Mark''s arm, his pants, and shirt.


    Maria had just cooked the porridge, and it was still steaming. Mark’s arm was fiery red from the burns.


    Maria was shocked and hurried over. "Here is the towel, Mr. Valentine."


    Charlotte knew she was in trouble, her body curled up tightly in the settee''s corner, as she was too


    afraid of looking at Mark.


    Mark took the towel, but he did not clean up the spilled porridge on his body. Instead, he picked up


    Charlotte and moved her to a clean spot. "Are you hurt?" he asked. He was not angry, his voice deep,


    but gentle.


    Charlotte closed her eyes in fright, expecting to get scolded. But when she heard what Mark said, her


    long curly eyshes flicked gently, and then she carefully opened her eyes into slits to take a peek at


    him.


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    She quickly closed her eyes again when she saw he was looking at her. Mark saw that and took that all


    in, raising his handsome eyebrows and chuckling.


    "Go get changed, Mr. Valentine. I will take care of


    Little Miss Valentine."


    After making sure that Charlotte was not scalded, Mark picked up the towel and got up. He put aside


    his smile and looked at Maria. "Please cook another pot of porridge."


    "Yes, Mr. Valentine." Maria disappeared into the kitchen.


    And Mark went into the bathroom.


    When he reappeared from the bathroom, he had changed into a set of sportswear, which was simple


    and gave him a touch of casual charms.


    The porridge was ready, and Maria was carrying it over. "Mr. Valentine, I will feed Little Miss Valentine.”


    "Let me do it," Mark said, and put Charlotte on the chair at the dining table. "Here you go.”


    Charlotte still refused to eat, but she was no longer throwing her tantrum after breaking a bowl. "I don''t


    want to eat porridge. I want Mommy."


    "Little Miss Valentine, have some porridge. Otherwise, you might get a stomach ache." Maria was


    concerned.


    "No. I don’t want porridge. I want Mommy. I miss Mommy.” Charlotte was unyielding. Mark extended


    the spoon over, and she turned her face away.


    "The big gray wolf maye for you if you don''t behave." Maria coaxed, trying to frighten her into


    taking the porridge.


    Charlotte was still small, and she must not go starving.


    "Big gray wolf won''t bite, and there are the policemen. The policemen have guns and will drive away


    the big gray wolf." She did not forget to retort, and her words were well-structured.


    She was too smart for the trick. Maria had no more trump card. "Mr. Valentine, could you please cajole


    Little Miss Valentine? She hasn’t eaten for an entire day. She should at least eat something.”


    Coaxing her? How? Mark''s charming face froze, stiffening.


    Maria went into the kitchen to clean up. She had been busy cooking for Charlotte the entire day, but


    Charlotte had not taken a bite. She needed to dispose o f the leftovers.


    A whileter, Maria heard the barking sound of a doging from the living room. She was shocked


    and stopped what she was doing and came out of the kitchen.