She froze and thought, 'Was he trying to condemn her for disturbing them?'
"I'm sorry." Her eyes looked somewhat glum. She placed the ice cream on the table.
The girl happily took it, and she smiled with her eyes curving into crescents. She thanked Summer, "Thank you so much, Summer. Why did you trouble her to purposely get this for me, Mark? I could've gotten it myself tomorrow."
Mark's thin lips curved into a small smile. He still felt cold despite the smile.
'So it was for her, not Charlotte...' Summer thought.
"May I know which room is Charlotte in?" Summer asked politely with a hinge of reservedness.
"In my room," he replied with his brows arched.
"Thank you."
After she shut the door, she had her back against the door and slid down. She felt her tears well up, and she tightened her fists on her sides. Only after a while did she carefully carry Charlotte up who was sleeping on the bed.
If what he had said in the afternoon was not impactful
enough for her to give up, the words he said when she arrived and the favor of getting ice cream for his lady were definitely impactful and hurtful enough for her t o let go.
'Perhaps what he said was right. No one would be willing to wait at the same spot forever,’ she thought.
He was so reserved and distant with her as if she was a stranger or merely a guest to their home. ’Back then, he would have sent Charlotte home to me, and not ask for me to come over.’
'In the end, he has changed too.’
She smiled bitterly at her thoughts. She stepped out of the room and saw them whispering to one another. With a smile, she said, "Thank you for having Charlotte today, and sorry for the trouble."
"It’s no trouble at all. Charlotte is so cheerful and adorable. Anyways, why don’t you let Mark send you home, Summer? It’s getting late now," she said while having her ice cream.
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