Mark’s eyes were as dark as ink that could not be washed away. He stared at Summer intently, as if his eyes would suck her in. Summer was not afraid of him. She did not flinch, but looked him in the eyes. “If you are not answering my question, then let me answer it for you. You were busy with your lover and had no time for your daughter, weren’t you? Or maybe you had even forgotten about the fact that you have a daughter.” “You should have completely forgotten her since you have forgotten. Why do you have to think about it four years later when you have forgotten so completely four years ago? Charlotte is a person, not an object that you may have at your beck and call and discard later.” Mark got up from his leather chair and walked slowly toward Summer. His dark, dangerous energy flowing inside him could send chills into people’s bones. But this chill did not bother Summer. She was standing her ground, staring at him, no less assertive than he was. What she said was not wro
’Heck, she is so thoughtful that she has even planned everything for me.’ Mark’s eyebrows were knitted together, the corners of his mouth twitching as his bitter voice flowed out of his mouth. “You mean that although I know I have a daughter, I have to pretend that I don’t know, as if she is a stranger?” “It will be just like the past four years, not care to know, not even aware of her existence. It won’t be such a difficult thing for you, will it?” Summer wanted to have an amiable conversation with him. But she ended up sounding cynic. He walked up to her. As he approached, he gripped her lower jaw with his well-proportioned hand with force and his hot breath sprayed all over her face. “How did you know I didn’t care about my daughter and not aware of her existence for the past four years, eh?” She was so naïve to think that she knew everything while he knew nothing. Summer wanted to avoid him because his breath blowing into her face was uncomfortably hot. But she froze an
Summer stood there just like that, looking at the photos quietly, her heart rate increasing a tad again. Without the angry flames, she was stripped of her thorns. Her eyes were soft, and her face was beautiful. She looked at the photos while he looked at her—her delicate, petal-like pink lips, flawlessly fair cheeks, and her heaving chest. She was the one and the only. He even wondered if she had cast a spell on him because he was so fascinated by her body. He stepped forward, bending his tall body slightly, and before she knew what happened, he used his sexy lips to seal her breath. Even then, this could not satisfy him. He lifted her by her buttocks and then pressed her body against the wall. Summer snapped back and fought with both her hands and legs. He was still kissing her brazenly, gripping her hands with both hands and propped them above her head. She wished she could rip his face off with both hands. But her hands and feet were tied, and her weak legs made he
“Charlotte’s custody is still in my hands. When you took Charlotte away without my permission and now prevent me from seeing her, it constitutes an illegal confinement.” “I haven’t seen her in four years. I just want to be alone with my daughter undisturbed. Is this also illegal confinement?” Mark said with a deep voice, his thin lips curling up. “Well, how long do you plan to be alone with her? Three days, five days, one week, or half a month? There has got to be a time limit. You tell me, and I will pick up Charlotte after that.” Summer took a deep breath and suppressed the billowing thoughts in her mind, telling herself to calm down. Mark’s eyes narrowed, his lips twitching. “Let her stay with me for four years, after which we may renegotiate the custodial rights.” He was playing her. He did not mean to return Charlotte at all. She could no longer suppress her anger but blew her top. “Mark, you are a jerk! A horrible jerk!” His eyebrows twitched as he finally knew that
Blood from all over her body rushed up to her head in an instant, and Summer felt hot on the palms of her hands and the soles of her feet. Her hands on her sides were clenched up slowly as she broke into a sarcastic smile. “How do you know other men aren’t interested in me? Maybe they are into a woman like me.” “Who would it be? Dean?” Mark forced his words through the teeth in a deep voice. “What do you want before you will return Charlotte to me?” She spelled out the words, not wanting to waste time with him on such a topic again. Was this her tacit admission? Mark looked gloomy, the deep gaze in his eyes turning icy in an instant, and his piercing eyebrows were knitted together. He grabbed her wrist over and looked her in the eyes. “When I get bored with your body, I will consider returning Charlotte to you.” “You have just taught me a life lesson. Have you forgotten it so soon?” She talked back, using what he had just said, and then pushed his hand away with the other h
Bad guy! Stinker! She could not see her mom! He was a big liar! Mark got up to change a spot, now sitting opposite Charlotte and coaxing her with patience. “Open your mouth.” Charlotte’s eyes reddened like a poor little bunny. She felt Mark was annoying. Her two little hands slapped indiscriminately, only to hear a clang as the bowl dropped to the floor and broke into pieces. And the hot porridge in the bowl was all spilled onto Mark’s arm, his pants, and shirt. Maria had just cooked the porridge, and it was still steaming. Mark’s arm was fiery red from the burns. Maria was shocked and hurried over. “Here is the towel, Mr. Valentine.” Charlotte knew she was in trouble, her body curled up tightly in the settee’s corner, as she was too afraid of looking at Mark. Mark took the towel, but he did not clean up the spilled porridge on his body. Instead, he picked up Charlotte and moved her to a clean spot. “Are you hurt?” he asked. He was not angry, his voice deep, but gentle.
Maria was struck dumb, not knowing what Mark was doing. A huge German Shepherd was squatting in the living room, baring its teeth and growling. Mark was sitting at the dining table with Charlotte on his lap. Charlotte was in fear, her two hands clenching on Mark’s clothes in front of his chest. Mark then delivered a spoonful of porridge over, and Charlotte opened her mouth and ate. She no longer resisted. Maria was even more dumbfounded. She had asked Mark to coax Charlotte, not to frighten her like this. Mark brought out a big dog instead of talking to Charlotte nicely and coaxing her. Even Maria was frightened at seeing the big dog, let alone Charlotte. But she could understand that; few men knew how to coax children. This method obviously worked well. Charlotte had finished an entire bowl of porridge. Handing the empty bowl to Maria, Mark carried Charlotte back to the room, put her on the bed, and took off her shoes. “Go to sleep.” Charlotte peeked at the dog in t
"Wipe your tears first..." He took out his cell while staring at his cutie.The moment the little girl saw it, she wiped her tears away quick as a flash, sitting still like an obedient little puppy, waiting for him to dial the number.With his gaze fixed on her, Mark dialed the cell, and the line was connected after a few seconds.Before he could react, Charlotte immediately snatched the cell away from him and pressed it to her ear. She yelled in a mild yet aggrieved tone, "Mommy, I miss you so much. When will you bring me home?"The moment Summer heard her cutie's tender and soft voice, she felt as if her heart was lifted in an instant. "Mommy will bring you home soon. Have you taken any meal?" She sounded gentle and affectionate.Initially, when she saw his number on the caller ID, she had wanted to decline the call as she thought of the humiliations she had gone through in the afternoon. Luckily, she did not do that!"I did, Mommy. I had a bowl of mushroom soup..." What Charlo