The police had handled the situation pretty well. He walked up to Mark and said respectfully, "Mr.
Valentine, it's all been taken care of."
"Okay..." Mark nodded slightly. His left arm was hurt. He could only take out his cell phone with his right hand. He called Harry and just told him to get his ass over here immediately in his low voice.
Summer was worried. She took his arm and said," Don't let Harry come. Just let the repair center take the car, and you go back with me."
Mark’s eyebrows went up a little bit. Was this a blessing in disguise?
He said nothing, and she took it as his acquiescence. She called Harry again, and then she called the man at the repair center. Mark, on the other hand, left it all to her.
Summer then took him into the car. Charlotte was still asleep in the back seat, and Mark was in the passenger seat.
The policeman looked at the elegant and dignified Mr. Valentine sitting stooped in the passenger seat of the red compact car. His eyebrows twitched slightly and h e said, "Mr. Valentine, there's another police car
available. I'll ask Omar to take you home." "It's okay..." Mark smiled faintly as the woman fastened the seat belt for him in front of his chest.
"All right. Be safe on the road."
Back at home, Summer carried Charlotte to her room, and then took the medicine and handed it to him. " Take it."
He did everything she said. He was unusually cooperative. His deep, dark eyes never moved from her.
She was not a shy person, but her face went red when he kept staring at her like that. "Do I have flowers on m y face?"
"Yes, and it's beautiful, too." He put the medicine in his mouth and drank some water. "I want a bath..."
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