“Mark, have you ever watched Shaun the Sheep?” Charlotte asked, as expected. Mark raised his brows in puzzlement as Charlotte started to explain. “It's Shaun the Sheep that I saw on the street. The kids can sit on it and rock it up and down.” He could vaguely remember something like that. So he nodded. “What about it then?” “You will be Shaun the Sheep, lying on the ground. I ride on your back, and you will rock up and down.” Mark’s expression stiffened. He had no words. “You have got to keep your word. Otherwise, you will be a liar, and I will never play games with you again.” Her callow voice sounded serious. Could he still retract his words when things had come to such a pass? His face darkened as he got down on all fours. Charlotte ran up to Summer with excitement. “Mommy! Coins! I want to insert coins!” The corners of her mouth turned upward as Summer found a one-dollar coin and gave it to Charlotte. Charlotte climbed onto Mark’s back and was ready to insert that
But Charlotte insisted and dragged Summer by her hand to force her to come over. Mark was still the loser in this round. The mother and daughter were on the same side. No matter which of the two won, it was considered a win for the both of them. Charlotte tugged at her and asked her to sit on Mark. Summer just stood there, refusing to follow the child in playing the fool. She would definitely not want to sit on Mark’s back. Charlotte felt aggrieved, big tears welling up in her eyes. “I hate Mommy! You are a liar! I hate Mommy!” There was no such thing as embarrassment in her world. She did not know what the adults were thinking. All she thought was that her mom was not following the rules of the game. Mark first looked at the tearful Charlotte, and then at Summer. “A promise is a promise. You’ve got to make good on it. Otherwise, you shouldn’t have gotten involved.” Summer said not a word, as she knew she was in the wrong. She should not have given in when Charlotte peste
The light in the living room was off, and she did not intend to turn it on since she would return to the room after the phone call. The moonlight shone through the French windows onto the floor. She walked over slowly. When she saw a tall figure in the shade, it scared the daylights out of her, and the cell phone in her hand slipped and fell to the floor. “Do you have to be so scared?” Mark’s voice came as he bent over to pick up the phone from the ground. Grace, who was on the other end of the phone, heard a male voice and got excited. She could not help but speak louder. “Summer? I heard a man’s voice. Tell me who he is. It is late at night, and you are still with a man in your room. Are you two having a sizzling night? I do hope you are. You and Mark have been separated for four years. I am worried about you. But now it looks like you have gotten over it and found a new guy. I hope things will work out well for you.” Mark was delighted and angry at the same time upon hea
Summer furrowed her brows after reading the messages, wondering what happened to Sherman again. She lowered her head slightly, her fair and sleek neck exposed. The slip dress made her already beautiful, sexy shoulders look even sexier, her white shapely legs and wasp waist even more alluring. Mark’s gaze deepened as he saw her seductive beauty in the depths of night. He stretched out a hand and held her chin. “Are you seducing me?” His every word sounded extremely hoarse. Seducing him? Was he mad? She raised her hand and smacked his hand away without batting an eyelid. “Which part of me makes you think I am seducing you, Mark?” “The whole of you.” His voice was gruff, his eyes glancing at her low-neckline white slip dress. She followed his eyes and only then she realized she was wearing a slip dress. So she looked at him with an impassive expression. “What are you looking at, Mark?” He did not answer her question but reached to draw her over, hugging her tightly in hi
Summer pulled her hand back from his grip, walked back to the room and closed the door, then lay on the bed and closed her eyes. The reason they could get along peacefully was because of the peace agreement. She was very busy, very anxious; wanting to take Charlotte’s custody back. So she did not have so much time, or the mood to fight and waste her energy on him all the time. She did not want to end up physically and mentally exhausted while still having to face everything herself. The only thing she wanted most was Charlotte’s custody. It just so happened that she agreed to the peace agreement he proposed at this time. In fact, she had to agree to the peace agreement, as it was the wisest choice. If she did not agree, Mark would definitely not let her see Charlotte, and the change of custody he proposed to the court would definitely go ahead. Then, she would be the ultimate loser—she would not get to see Charlotte while the court proceeding would carry on. The peace agr
They were meeting at a café. The air-conditioner was on full blast. The sudden temperature change caused her to tremble involuntarily as she entered. Dean has been waiting inside. He had never let Summer wait for him whenever they met in the past few years. He always arrived in advance at the agreed venue. Probably he had foreseen that she would be thirsty. Dean had ordered a glass of orange juice for her in advance. The orange juice was not chill but at room temperature. She gulped down the entire glass of orange and felt much refreshed, as if the stuffy heat had left her. “I have gotten you a lawyer. He is Santabaca’s most well-known lawyer.” Dean then ordered her another iced cola. “How about the lawyer’s fee?” “Don’t worry about the lawyer’s fee. It is very reasonable. I have taken care of it.” Dean did not tell her exactly how much it was. “You have paid for it? How much? I have got to pay you back.” Summer frowned. “Don’t worry about it.” Dean hurriedly stopped her.
Summer had no words for Daisy’s comments, which sounded as if she was looking for a son-in-law. She liked Dean, but that kind of like was a feeling that stemmed from pride, honor, and appreciation of a friend, not love. Like does not equate love. Sherman was completely hammered, lying on the bar, unable to balance herself. She was three-months pregnant but her belly had yet to show. “You’re obviously not thinking about yourself and your child by drinking so much.” Summer went over and smacked her on the shoulder. “I don’t want the baby…” She suddenly looked up, her expression terrifyingly calm. Summer was taken aback and sensed something amiss. It unnerved her to see Sherman behaving this way. “What happened?” Sherman refused to tell her, but just laughed and poured her a glass of wine. “I will tell you when you have had enough.” “Please tell me first.” Sherman shook her head and chuckled. “You drink first, and I will tell you once you have had enough. Otherwise, I wo
Mark’s lips started to twitch, and his forehead and hair darkened as if clouds were hanging over him. It was she who deliberately seduced him. Darkness filled the night outside while sizzling hotness permeated inside the room.… The next morning A ray of glaring sunlight shone on her through the window. She opened her eyes and saw a solid wall of chest appear in front of her eyes. Her pupils dilated for a moment. After a while, she snapped back and sat up in bed. The soreness and lack of strength nearly overwhelmed her. She saw clothes of men and women strewn on the floor. It was a mess. It was self-evident what happened last night. But she drew a blank as to what had exactly happened last night. Still, she could not control the anger that boiled inside her, her chest heaving up and down. “Good morning.” The man opened his eyes, lying on his side with his sturdy arms propping up his head. His eyes rolled in his eye sockets as he casually and lazily stared at her.