Chapter 415


    As she caught sight of it, Summer pressed her arms o n her chest and observed his behavior. It felt a


    little awkward. He gulped and gracefully adjusted his ck shirt with his left hand. Then, he turned


    toward Charlotte without changing his calm expression on his handsome face. "Ahh..."


    Summer twitched her brows at sight. As she turned around, she couldn''t help but curl her lips. She then


    quickly rxed them.


    When she emerged from the kitchen again, she held a te of freshly baked meat buns and, without


    hesitation, served it before him, and the te rattled.


    ''Was it for him?''


    Mark raised his eyebrows. She had not been hospitable toward him recently. It was the first time she


    acted in this manner, and he was quite surprised.


    "Thanks, ex-wife...” he responded. His voice was a little hoarse as he stared at her gently.


    To call her ''Ms. Hart'' would sound very rigid, and if he had called her ''Mrs. Valentine’, she would


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    Staring coldly at him, Summer replied, "No thanks. You may leave after dinner because we need to


    rest."


    Raising a brow, Mark pretended he did not hear it. Instead, he proceeded to savor the meat buns


    slowly.


    Charlotte had never been good in Mathematics, in fact, she was awful at it. Summer tutored her


    attentively and carefully, guiding her gently and softly.


    He observed Summer under the warm light. Her side view looked stunning, and it radiated her attentive


    spirit. He was fascinated and moved.


    After half an hour of tutoring, Summer stretched her limbs and looked at him. "We''re tired, so we won''t


    see you off."


    Mark gently smiled at her words and picked up his coat that was lying on the sofa. Summer thought he


    was leaving and breathed a sigh of relief.


    Unexpectedly, after he had picked his coat, he rolled u p his trousers, wrapped the coat around himself,


    and dived into the sofa.


    "I''m tired too, hush, let me rest for a while..."


    ''This man really doesn''t know how to feel ashamed!''


    A turbulent feeling welled up within Summer''s chest. She really wanted to toss the remaining meat


    buns left on the table at his face.


    "Hey, you should go. There are many five-star hotels i n Nokoc Bay, you could get a room easily."


    She said and kicked his legs.


    But Mark appeared to have fallen asleep and felt nothing. His eyes did not even flinch.


    Although Summer kept kicking him, he did not budge. Charlotte tugged at her sleeve, "Mommy, don’t


    disturb uncle, he is tired. I want a bath and I want mommy to bathe me. There is mud on my shoes, it''s


    sticky and ufortable."


    Unable to suppress her annoyance, Summer kicked him again angrily and then led Charlotte to her


    room.


    The sofa was small and narrow, and the night would b e freezing cold. She wanted to see how long a


    dignified and proud Mark couldst.


    After their footsteps faded, Mark opened his eyes narrowly to watch mother and daughter enter the


    room. Then, the room door was shut with a heavy m.


    He adjusted his body into a morefortable position and closed his eyes again.