Chapter 374

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.