Chapter 355


    Summer turned around and got out of the car without sparing a second nce at him. Mark’s deep


    gaze followed her as she went.


    She looked up and saw Dean in uniform, standing outside the hotel. He was too hard to miss, as he


    looked unique and conspicuous.


    "How long have you been waiting here?" She quickly paced over and asked.


    "Just a while before you arrived. Is he in the car?" Dean nced at the luxurious car.


    Summer nodded.


    "Where is Charlotte?"


    "He took her back to the mansion. Let''s go to a cafe over there." Standing at the hotel entrance where


    people came and go was not the best ce to talk.


    Besides, Dean was in uniform; he was attracting too much attention.


    Dean nodded, and the two walked away side by side.


    Sensing a piercing gazeing from behind, Summer frowned. She nced at the ck car with the


    corner of her eyes and then ignored it.


    Mark''s chest was boiling with a nameless anger as he


    stared at Summer from behind, a heavy and gloomy expression clouding his face.


    Just after epting his proposal, she turned around and walked away with another man. He wished he


    could go up and crush her shoulders with his hands.


    He put his well-proportioned hands back on the steering wheel and drove forward with a sunken


    expression. 1


    The two went to a coffee shop and sat by the window. They were talking about something, but not for


    long. Summer returned to the hotel after half an hour, while Dean went off in the other direction.


    The depressed expression on Mark''s face improved atst. He narrowed his eyes, pursed his lips, and


    then started his car.


    Meanwhile, the driver who was carrying Charlotte had been waiting in a car. When he saw the ck


    Land Rover pulled up, he took over the car and parked it up.


    Mark gingerly carried Charlotte in his arms and walked into the elevator. The door to the living room


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    swung open, and he saw Yvette sitting on the settee.


    Yvette turned around when she heard footsteps. "Mark


    But before she could speak any further, Mark put a finger to his lips, telling her not to make a sound.


    When Yvette saw he was holding a little girl in his arms, she was almost certain that the little girl was


    the daughter of Summer.


    She got up from the settee and walked over, studying Charlotte with a mean expression.


    This child was surely born to that woman, judging by the simrity between their eyebrows and eyes.


    But it was also Mark''s child. Her eyes, nose, and mouth looked very much like Mark''s when he was


    small.


    As beautiful as the child was, she could not bring herself to like her because of Summer. She not only


    disliked, but felt disgusted about the child, i


    When she thought of how Summer repeatedly humiliated her and wanted to push her down the stairs,


    her disgust for Charlotte deepened.


    Mark put Charlotte on the bed and then went into the bathroom to take a shower. He was sweating the


    entire day in the vineyard, and the sticky feeling made him frown in disgust.


    He let the hot water flow down his body. As he rubbed his hand to the back of his neck, he thought of


    the afternoon scene. He closed his eyes, the sharp lines of his face softening as he rubbed his fingers


    that had touched the back of his neck a second ago over his lips. 1