A Contract Marriage After a ONS novel Chapter 637

The driver had driven to the kindergarten in the end. The black Bentley drove steadily on the road with the two of them sitting at the back.

She was not used to the quiet atmosphere, and she shifted in her seat. It felt uneasy and awkward for her.

His gaze swept past her and saw her small movements. He arched a brow at her and looked deep i n thought, 'She looks so much better looking all stiff and awkward now.'

'Maybe I've been too nice to her in the past, spoilt her even to the point that she had acted so recklessly and was so stubborn. Maybe what she needs is some punishment.'

Charlotte ran into his arms as though a puppy off its leash. She squeezed into his arms and said, "Daddy, Daddy, I missed you so much! So very very much!"

Mark lifted his hands and pulled her close. He asked," Have you eaten?"

"Yep! I had some pasta and sausages! I had two big plates of 'em!" she exclaimed and gave a thumbs up.

Just when Summer had wanted to speak, Mark's phone rang. He answered it, and his tone was gentle and soft.

They were not sitting far apart. It was close enough for her to hear their conversation clearly. She heard the girl from the call asking him to go over to her, and he had agreed.

"I hadn't had dinner yet, neither did you. Let's bring Charlotte to have dinner together," she proposed on purpose.

He didn't react to her words. Instead, he plastered a small smile on his chiseled face and said, "You girls g o ahead. I still have some matters to tend to."

In the middle of his words, he opened the car door. Summer acted quick and held onto his arm.

His gaze fell on her and he pulled his arm away. After giving Charlotte a kiss on her cheek and pinching her cheek, he got off and left.

Soon after, Summer's eyes reddened as tears welled u p in her eyes. She lifted her hand and wiped them away while scolding herself under her breath, 'Why a m I acting so pathetic? I'm already a mom. I have to control my feelings well.'

'It's not like he shouted at me or laid his hands on me. Why on earth did I tear up for?'