A Contract Marriage After a ONS novel Chapter 341

"Wipe your tears first..." He took out his cell while staring at his cutie.

The moment the little girl saw it, she wiped her tears away quick as a flash, sitting still like an obedient little puppy, waiting for him to dial the number.

With his gaze fixed on her, Mark dialed the cell, and the line was connected after a few seconds.

Before he could react, Charlotte immediately snatched the cell away from him and pressed it to her ear. She yelled in a mild yet aggrieved tone, "Mommy, I miss you so much. When will you bring me home?"

The moment Summer heard her cutie's tender and soft voice, she felt as if her heart was lifted in an instant. "Mommy will bring you home soon. Have you taken any meal?" She sounded gentle and affectionate.

Initially, when she saw his number on the caller ID, she had wanted to decline the call as she thought of the humiliations she had gone through in the afternoon. Luckily, she did not do that!

"I did, Mommy. I had a bowl of mushroom soup..." What Charlotte did not tell her was, 'because that Uncle Rascal brought a big doggy and threatened me i f I refused to eat, it would bite me.'

She had wanted to complain to her mommy about Mark. However, when she saw him sitting there

staring at her, she was afraid that he would take the cell away once he heard her say bad things about him. Therefore, she did not dare to badmouth him.

At first, Charlotte was not comfortable speaking on the cell in front of him, but after a while, she became a t ease and even ignored his presence.

She kept calling Summer 'Mommy' with her sweet voice, gluing the cell to her ear and not wanting to let g o. She missed her mommy so badly as she had not seen her for two days.

Summer, on the other end of the call, missed Charlotte so much that she was reluctant to hang up the cell the moment she heard the sweet voice calling her mommy.

Mark looked down with his deep eyes to check the time. The two had been talking for nearly 40 minutes from the time the call went through, without the slightest intention to end their conversation.

His brows were slightly knitted. With no warning, he took the cell away from Charlotte and hung up the call. "It's your bedtime."

Charlotte's gaze remained on his cell. She clenched her two soft and fair little hands together. "Can I call Mommy again tomorrow?"