Chapter 341
"Wipe your tears first..." He took out his cell while staring at his cutie.
The moment the little girl saw it, she wiped her tears away quick as a sh, sitting still like an obedient
little puppy, waiting for him to dial the number.
With his gaze fixed on her, Mark dialed the cell, and the line was connected after a few seconds.
Before he could react, Charlotte immediately snatched the cell away from him and pressed it to her ear.
She yelled in a mild yet aggrieved tone, "Mommy, I miss you so much. When will you bring me home?"
The moment Summer heard her cutie''s tender and soft voice, she felt as if her heart was lifted in an
instant. "Mommy will bring you home soon. Have you taken any meal?" She sounded gentle and
affectionate.
Initially, when she saw his number on the caller ID, she had wanted to decline the call as she thought of
the humiliations she had gone through in the afternoon. Luckily, she did not do that!
"I did, Mommy. I had a bowl of mushroom soup..." What Charlotte did not tell her was, ''because that
Uncle Rascal brought a big doggy and threatened me i f I refused to eat, it would bite me.''
She had wanted toin to her mommy about Mark. However, when she saw him sitting there
staring at her, she was afraid that he would take the cell away once he heard her say bad things about
him. Therefore, she did not dare to badmouth him.
At first, Charlotte was notfortable speaking on the cell in front of him, but after a while, she
became a t ease and even ignored his presence.
She kept calling Summer ''Mommy'' with her sweet voice, gluing the cell to her ear and not wanting to let
g o. She missed her mommy so badly as she had not seen her for two days.
Summer, on the other end of the call, missed Charlotte so much that she was reluctant to hang up the
cell the moment she heard the sweet voice calling her mommy.
Mark looked down with his deep eyes to check the time. The two had been talking for nearly 40
minutes from the time the call went through, without the slightest intention to end their conversation.
His brows were slightly knitted. With no warning, he took the cell away from Charlotte and hung up the
call. "It''s your bedtime."
Charlotte''s gaze remained on his cell. She clenched her two soft and fair little hands together. "Can I
call Mommy again tomorrow?"
"It depends on how you behave..."
"Does it mean I can call Mommy if I am well-behaved?"
She blinked, her bright eyes lit with anticipation.
Looking at her little face, Mark could not bring himself to talk tough. He gave her an affirmative
response and picked her up.
''There’s no way I would let her sleep in the room alone again since she could end up crying in the
middle of the night.'' Mark could not feel at ease to leave her alone.
When they passed by the living room, they saw Kaka sleeping on its stomach. Charlotte was
frightened; she buried herself into Mark''s chest, her heart fluttering with fear.
"Don''t worry. Kaka doesn''t bite..." It seemed that he had got her scared so badly earlier on.
"But, it is so big. Its mouth is big too. And it''s taller than me. It will bite me for sure."
Mark''s lips curled. He grabbed some kibbles. His voice was deep and maic as he called the dog
"Kaka."
The German Shepherd, which was sleeping soundly just now, instantly woke up. Happily wagging its
tail, i t approached its master and finished off the kibbles in his hand.
Charlotte blinked with curiosity. "It really doesn''t bite?"
"Would you like to try?"
"But I''m scared." She said in her mind, ''This doggy barked so loud at me just now!'' "Don''t worry. Daddy
is here..." He bent down to set her small body on the ground, grabbed a handful of kibbles, and ced
them on her fair and soft palm. He then called the dog with a deep voice.
The Tibetan Mastiff rushed towards Charlotte. She was trying to back away as she flinched, but Mark
kept her from moving further by hugging her in his arms. 1
At this moment, Kaka butted its head into Charlotte''s hand and licked her palm. At first, she would
move her little hands away as she was afraid. However, after a while, especially knowing that Uncle
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Rascal was behind her, her fear fled.