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 glanced 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 plane, so he definitely did not have time to eat.
Mark leaned his long body back on the sofa as he heard the noise coming from the kitchen. His eyes fell on the kitchen.
She was walking around the kitchen in her apron, and the light noise coming from the kitchen made him
feel more comfortable and relaxed 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 he lay 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 blanket, 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 explain 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 deep laugh burst out of his chest. His big, muscular body turned to rest on her lap. "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 lap and his big arms were wrapped around her slender waist.
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 blamed Mark for luring her daughter away.
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