Chapter 361


    She could not trust Mark to take care of the child.


    "Yeah!" Charlotte jumped up from the settee and danced happily.


    Summer watched her hop up and down the settee, skipping and jumping, nearly slipping a few times,


    but stopped short of falling down to the floor.


    Summer broke out in a cold sweat, putting her hand to her forehead and looking at Charlotte. "Can you


    behave in a more graceful manner, Charlotte?"


    Charlotte''s eyes moved in her eye sockets as she felt puzzled. "What is graceful, Mommy?"


    "It means to be quiet and behave. Haven’t you seen those little princesses, wearing pettiskirts, sitting


    there obediently on TV?"


    Charlotte looked at her clothes for a few moments. " But Mommy, I am not wearing a pettiskirt but


    pants. Look!"


    Summer felt her forehead pulsating. "Charlotte, the point is not about whether you are wearing a skirt


    or pants, but to sit there quietly and not jump up and down."


    But Charlotte still did not get it. "Mommy, why can''t I jump up and down?"


    Charlotte would dig herself a deep hole if things went on in this way. So Summer finally found an


    excuse." Because it is not pretty."


    "Do you mean I am not pretty?" Charlotte pouted, looking upset.


    Charlotte could never get the point and was good at talking aimlessly. Summer could do nothing about


    her.


    At this moment, Mark walked out of the room, his eyes sweeping over the slim body on the settee, and


    his lips were involuntarily raised.


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    There it was; he found and had manipted her weak spot.


    "Am I not pretty, Mark?" Charlotte looked up at him.


    "Let me take a closer look." Mark walked over, sping her chin with his big hand, looking left and


    right. "You''re pretty, very pretty."


    Charlotte smiled and looked at Summer with a triumphant expression. "You heard that, Mommy? Mark


    says I am pretty."


    "Yeah, you are pretty." Summer pinched her cheek gently. How the hell did she need to feel pretty at


    this young age? Her eyes met his inadvertently, and she quickly looked away.


    Charlotte smiled like a Cheshire cat and her attention fell on Mark again. "Do you want to y a game,


    Mark?"


    "What game?" He raised his eyes slightly and nced over Summer dimly.


    "Let''s start with a game of Rock-Paper-Scissors. If you lose, you have to do as I say."


    "What if you lose?"


    "Umm..." Charlotte thought for a moment, "then I will d o as you say."


    Mark cocked an eyebrow and carried Charlotte over to put her on hisp. "Okay. Let''s get started." His


    voice was deep and soft.


    She hid her tender hands behind her and started to chant, stretching the sounds of each word apart.


    "Rock ... scissors... paper..."


    She chanted ''paper'' but made a ''scissors’ shape. Mark had seen her ''scissors’ and quickly changed


    ''rock'' into '' paper’. Apparently, he lost.


    Charlotte pped in excitement, blinking her eyes. " You have got to do as I say."


    Mark had got a bad feeling about it at first. Summer knew Charlotte well enough to see she was up to


    no good. She looked on, like she would wait and see what Charlotte was up to.