Summer’s eyebrows moved slightly when she heard Mark’s voice coming beside her, but she did not look up and continued to do what she was doing. When the basin of grapes was almost washed, she looked up and inadvertently saw that many of the grapes in the bunches in Mark’s and Charlotte’s hands had the skins broken, and grape juice was flowing out. Charlotte must think that it was not fun enough; she picked up the grapes oozing with juice and rolled them up and down Mark’s face. “Mark, don’t move. I am giving you a massage.” Mark raised his brows, his face darkening. Charlotte saw his expression and stopped the dido because she was scared. The next second, Mark’s lips curled up as he picked a grape from the bunch of washed grapes, peeled the skin, and then shoved it under Charlotte’s short sleeves. The wet grape slid down Charlotte’s clothes and she writhed and giggled. Likewise, she grabbed a handful of grapes from the water and stuffed them all in Mark’s black silk shirt.
Maria came into the kitchen and saw Summer squatting there to clean up the floor. “Let me do this, Ms. Hart.”“It is okay. I got this. My hands are dirty anyway.”Maria knew she should not ask, but she could not help herself. “If you don’t mind me asking, why did you and Mr. Valentine divorce, Ms. Hart?”The two of them seemed to be a good match. Besides, they had Charlotte between them. They should be a happy family. So why did they get divorced?Summer’s hands froze for a second. But she quickly regained her composure. “We just divorced like that.”Maria did not ask any further, just feeling sorry for the two of them.Here, in the living room, Charlotte could not seem to calm down. As Mark leaned back and looked at his documents, she straddled his chest, wriggling left and right and feeding him grapes.Summer saw this when she emerged from the kitchen. Mark’s face sank as he read the files, as if he found something amiss in the contract document. He put Charlotte on the settee
“You haven’t changed a bit after four years. You are meaner than ever,” Yvette said with a bitter expression. “Do you really think I am going to believe a scheming woman like you?” “It is okay if you don’t believe me. How about we make an agreement?” A dim light flashed in Summer’s eyes. “What are you trying to pull here?” Summer snickered. “What can I do under your nose when you are so influential in Santabaca? You will find what I am going to propose irresistible.” “I am all ears.” Yvette looked at her warily. “If you can convince your son to give up Charlotte’s custody, I will bring Charlotte to leave Santabaca for good, and I will never appear in front of the Valentine family again. What do you say?” Summers’ calculation was that Yvette could be a strategic piece of chess. Yvette looked at Summer for several seconds. “Why should I trust you? I will trust anyone but you,” she said coldly. She could not agree to Summer’s proposal for two reasons. The first was that sh
Old Hag… Yvette put her hand to her forehead, looking at Charlotte with anger. “How could you be so rude?” “You called my mommy a mistress first. That was you are the Old Hag. You were being rude first, not me.” Charlotte knew who was first at fault. Like mother, like daughter; Charlotte was rancorous and mean, Yvette thought. Mark should see the true faces of this mother and daughter. “Where is Mark?” Yvette was boiling with anger. She looked over at Maria, who was standing nearby. “Mr. Valentine has just gone out for work.” Maria did not like Yvette either, as Yvette was mean. Yvette sat down on the settee, looked at Maria, and spelled out her words. “Kick her out.” She was referring to Summer. Maria was in a pickle. She glanced at Summer and then at Yvette again, then stood still. Yvette picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip. “Aren’t you listening to me now? She is no longer my daughter-in-law, but a stranger. It is getting late now. How can you let
Even if she could not agree with Yvette and Yvette was at fault, Yvette was still Mark’s mother. She could not badmouth the mother in front of the son. No one would like to hear that. Mark’s voice deepened as he asked Maria to call Summer. He wanted Summer to send Charlotte back to the apartment, or he would pick them up from the hotel tomorrow afternoon. Maria heard voices in the background, as if Mark was in an important meeting. The line went dead after that. It was 10:00 pm by the time Summer reached the hotel. She carried Charlotte and used the elevator to return to her room. Charlotte was sleeping the whole time. The screen of her cell phone lit up as soon as she placed Charlotte on the bed. It was Sherman calling. She picked up the phone and walked away from the bed. “How are you and Billy doing? Have you two talked it over?” “He said that Natalie was ill in the past few years, and she had no family or friends. He felt guilty for what happened between Natalie and h
“Well, it doesn’t matter what, as long as you want it, I will stand by your side and support you,” Summer said. “Okay, after telling you so much and for so long, I feel better now. Go to sleep. Good night.” “Good night.” Summer did not feel like sleeping at all. She sat in front of the window, staring out at the night and thinking of him again. Yvette’s words were ringing in her mind; Raine canceled her engagement because of Mark, and they would get engaged and married when Raine was back. Mark had accompanied Raine for four years in Athana. He naturally knew that Raine had canceled her engagement for him. When she was in Santabaca, she had witnessed how Mark forced Raine to think for herself about what she really wanted and what their relationship really was. Now Raine had found her true feelings, and Mark had gotten what he wished. There was no wonder he did not mention Raine again after the two met, nor did he mention it once in front of her. Maybe Mark thought it wa
”Hurry up to clean yourself up. After breakfast, Mommy will take you out to buy it.“ Charlotte opened her eyes in the morning, thinking of nothing else but what to eat. She really was a child. Summer tied Charlotte’s hair after coming out of the bathroom. Her hair was black and thick, unlike hers, which was too soft. “Mommy, why did you quarrel with that grandma yesterday?” Charlotte stood there and asked. “Then tell Mommy, who taught you about the Old Hag? Who did you learn that from, eh?” Charlotte pursed her lips. “I learned that from TV. There is the Old Hag in the Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.” “Isn’t it Snow White and the Huntsman?” “No. It’s Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. It’s an animation film. There is a character called the Old Hag. I learned it there.” Summer’s brows twitched involuntarily. She wondered what happened to animated films nowadays. “Don’t call people that next time. Okay?” “But she scolded Mommy.” “That is my business, and I will hand
“Dean, it is your birthday, not mine. So I am fine with anything,” Summer said. “Then we will go for Estainian cuisine.” Dean decided. He had dined in foreign cuisine restaurants with her several times, but he was not a big fan of them. They entered a private box, inside which was fully seated except for three empty seats. Those men in there were all Dean’s colleagues from the same police department. When they saw Summer walk in, they all whistled and teased Dean. “We have beautiful Mrs. Singleton here!” “Absolutely. No wonder Captain has been refusing to bring her out. He is afraid that we might steal her from him.” “Oh, isn’t this the little princess in the photo on our captain’s desk?” “Sure, she is.–Hey, Little Princess. How are you?” Charlotte was not afraid of strangers. She stood there, smiled, and spoke with her tender voice. “Hello everyone, my name is Charlotte Hart. I am three years and seven months old, and I am a kindergartener.” Everyone at the table was