Anyway, including today, Summer will only be away for two days. She repeated instructions again and again before leaving with Charlotte.
The car was still parked by the flower bed. Seeing her figure, Mark got out of the car and said, "Get in."
He fell asleep in the car. His hair and clothes were messy, his shirt was wrinkled, and his eyes were bloodshot, but it did not demean his beauty at all.
"We're going to the train station, there’s no need to get i n the car, and the two are opposite directions."
The smell of smoke from him was strong, and Summer slightly wrinkled up her nose in discomfort.
"Your train ticket has been cancelled and replaced by a plane ticket. The plane leaves at ten o'clock. There's not much time left." He looked at the time.
"Who are you to make decisions for me?" She looked calm, but a little annoyed.
"I didn't make the decision, Charlie did. You can get angry at him at Santabaca," Mark calmly explained.
Summer was speechless at the explanation, but he had already taken Charlotte from her arms and got into the car. She had no choice but to follow him and get into the back seat.
Charlotte's soft little hand rubbed her nose as she coughed. "Uncle, it smells so bad. It's suffocating."
The smoke in the car was still there, stronger than it was on him. No wonder Charlotte felt suffocated and Summer sneezed. How many cigarettes did he smoke?
Mark opened the window a bit and said in a deep, soft voice, "Just a little longer, okay?”
"Uncle, can you stop smoking? I don't like the smell."
"Okay." He answered without hesitation.
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