Chapter 521
When Summer arrived at the kindergarten, she learned that Mark had picked up Charlotte. She
frowned. Mark was back already? Why did he not tell her? i
When she arrived at the apartment, she found the man sitting on the floor with Charlotte in his arms,
working on a puzzle. He saw her walk in and said," Summer, I''m hungry."
"Haven’t you eaten yet?" She put her bag aside and put on her slippers.
"No, I''m waiting for you to cook for me," he said naturally. "I''ve been eating out for days. I''m tired of it."
"What time was the flight?" Summer opened the fridge, and the ingredients inside were rich and fresh.
Mark nced at the clock and then slouched back on the sofa. "I arrived in Santabaca at four."
Which means he picked up Charlotte as soon as he got off the ne, so he definitely did not have time
to eat.
Mark leaned his long body back on the sofa as he heard the noiseing from the kitchen. His eyes
fell on the kitchen.
She was walking around the kitchen in her apron, and the light noiseing from the kitchen made
him
feel morefortable and rxed than he had ever felt before.
During his time in Athana, he understood exactly what it was like to be eager to go home and could not
help wondering what she was doing back in Santabaca.
Now that she and Charlotte were by his side, he could not feel more secure.
In a moment dinner was ready. It was oatmeal mixed with honey, berries and nuts; simple but delicious.
Charlotte ate a small bowl, but the man seemed really hungry and ate the whole pot of oatmeal.
Mark flew back overnight. He was so tired that hey o n the couch and fell asleep even though
Charlotte was sitting on his stomach.
Quietly, Summer carefully picked up Charlotte, covered him with a nket, and got up to leave.
And he seemed to be conscious of what was happening around him. He slightly opened his eyes, his
big hand took her wrist, and his handsome face buried in her neck. "Stay here tonight...” He whispered.
"No, I must go back." She did not know how to exin i t to her mother.
"Stay here..." He whispered in his soft voice. His eyes fixed on her.
Summer, slightly annoyed, gently pushed his chin away with her fingers. "You''re so sleepy already.
What
else are you thinking about?"
His chest was shaking as a deepugh burst out of his chest. His big, muscr body turned to rest on
herp. "My mind is very healthy, but I wonder what''s on Ms. Hart''s mind now?"
He closed his eyes and his Adam’s apple rolled up and down. "I just want you to stay one night with
me. Tell me, what was on your mind?"
Her cheeks were warm and burned at his touch, but the man would not let her go. His head was in her
She had no choice but to call Daisy and tell her that she and Charlotte would be staying at Sherman''s
house tonight.
Daisy certainly knew what she was trying to tell her and med Mark for luring her daughter away.
When Summer arrived at the kindergarten, she learned that Mark had picked up Charlotte. She
frowned. Mark was back already? Why did he not tell her?
When she arrived at the apartment, she found the man sitting on the floor with Charlotte in his arms,
working on a puzzle. He saw her walk in and said," Summer, I''m hungry."
"Haven''t you eaten yet?" She put her bag aside and put on her slippers.
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"No, I''m waiting for you to cook for me," he said naturally. "I''ve been eating out for days. I''m tired of it."
"What time was the flight?" Summer opened the fridge, and the ingredients inside were rich and fresh.
Mark nced at the clock and then slouched back on the sofa. "I arrived in Santabaca at four."
Which means he picked up Charlotte as soon as he got off the ne, so he definitely did not have time
to eat.
Mark leaned his long body back on the sofa as he heard the noiseing from the kitchen. His eyes
fell on the kitchen.
She was walking around the kitchen in her apron, and the light noiseing from the kitchen made
him
feel morefortable and rxed than he had ever felt before.
During his time in Athana, he understood exactly what it was like to be eager to go home and could not
help wondering what she was doing back in Santabaca.
Now that she and Charlotte were by his side, he could not feel more secure.
In a moment dinner was ready. It was oatmeal mixed with honey, berries and nuts; simple but delicious.
Charlotte ate a small bowl, but the man seemed really hungry and ate the whole pot of oatmeal.
Mark flew back overnight. He was so tired that hey o n the couch and fell asleep even though
Charlotte was sitting on his stomach.
Quietly, Summer carefully picked up Charlotte, covered him with a nket, and got up to leave.
And he seemed to be conscious of what was happening around him. He slightly opened his eyes, his
big hand took her wrist, and his handsome face buried in her neck. "Stay here tonight..." He whispered.
"No, I must go back." She did not know how to exin i t to her mother.
"Stay here..." He whispered in his soft voice. His eyes fixed on her.
Summer, slightly annoyed, gently pushed his chin away with her fingers. "You''re so sleepy already.
What
else are you thinking about?"
His chest was shaking as a deepugh burst out of his chest. His big, muscr body turned to rest on
herp. "My mind is very healthy, but I wonder what''s on Ms. Hart’s mind now?"
He closed his eyes and his Adam’s apple rolled up and down. "I just want you to stay one night with
me. Tell me, what was on your mind?"
Her cheeks were warm and burned at his touch, but the man would not let her go. His head was in her
She had no choice but to call Daisy and tell her that she and Charlotte would be staying at Sherman’s
house tonight.
Daisy certainly knew what she was trying to tell her and med Mark for luring her daughter away.