Chapter 339

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.