Chapter 395
"I will not challenge you for Charlotte''s custody again. She will always be yours," he said again.
Seeing his actions and his ocean-deep eyes, she was moved, and she believed him. "I believe you,"
she said i n a soft but serious tone of voice. "And thank you."
It had been a long time since hest saw her so docile. His brows moved with the corners of his lips
turning u p. But he was not happy about her reaction. "Just a thank you?"
"Then what do you want? As best as I can, I will-"
Before Summer could finish her sentence, Mark leaned forward and came down with his fiery kisses.
She was slightly startled. She frowned and red at him as soon as she knew what happened.
Mark pulled away from her and looked at her. "But I keep the right to visit Charlotte anytime I want."
"You are her dad. I can’t deny your right to see her. Yeah, I agree,” Summer said.
"Now, where are we going now?"
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"Buy Charlotte a kite."
There was a kite shop selling a dazzling array of kites not far away from the hospital.
Summer did not expect that Mark would tag along. His tall body stood in front of the shop as his hands
flipped through a selection of kites.
She stared at him from behind. After a while, she pulled back her gaze, and she chose an eye-
catching, colorful kite that was in the shape of a butterfly.
After paying for it, she saw Mark was still standing there, talking about something to the salesgirl. She
went close and only then she heard what they were talking about.
"This star kite is in blue only?"
"There is another one in orange, but it is out of stock a t the moment.” The salesgirl blushed, her heart
thumping as she looked at the charming man in front of her.
He picked up the blue kite with his shapely hand and looked at it for a moment, then put it back down
and frowned. "Where else can I find the orange one?"
"Sir, our kite shop is a chain store, and we have a branch on Acorn Avenue. Let me check it out for
you."
"Okay." He nodded in acknowledgement and waited.
Did he have to be so picky over a kite? Summer nced at the blue kite. "The blue one is also pretty
good, too."
"When both the sky and kite are blue, do you expect
Charlotte to fly the kite or to find her kite?"
The salesgirl heard that and echoed what he said. " You are right, sir. The color of the kite is too close
to the color of the sky. When the kite flies too high, it will not look conspicuous."
Frowning, Summer walked out of the kite shop without saying a word.
But before she could go far, a hand grabbed her wrist from behind. Mark raised a brow. "Hold on a
second."
"You may wait, but I have something else to do." Summer tried to shake off his hand.