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Summer had her heart in her mouth when Charlotte fell just now. She took Charlotte from Mark. “Tell me, are you hurt?” “No.” Charlotte did not cry, just a little frightened. She hugged Summer tightly with her arms around her neck. Mark quietly put those hair strands into his pants pocket. His facial expression was as deep as a whirlpool, sucking in everything but giving out nothing. Just now, Jazz was so scared that his palms turned sweaty. He looked now at Charlotte, cracking jokes to make her happy, so that she would forget the shock she had just experienced. Mark got to his feet and gave Jazz a heads-up. He then glanced at Summer and Charlotte before he left.Summer breathed a sigh of relief when Mark left, but her worries remained. What Mark said just now clearly insinuated Charlotte’s identity. He must have been aware of Charlotte’s identity. So she could not let things go on this way. She would not let Mark take Charlotte away. She would not let that happen. By aft

She could have held her head high and told him in no uncertain terms that Charlotte was hers. He had given up Charlotte and should not want her back. But why could she not do that? This was not her, not her temperament. “This is normal, because you love Charlotte so much. Besides, Charlotte has become a part of your life, or even a part of you. You could not help thinking when sensing the slightest sign of danger, and what would happen to you if you lost her. So you will not tolerate anyone taking her away. As time goes by, it has formed a conditioned reflex. So when he appeared, your first reaction was not how to face him but thinking about hiding Charlotte so that he won’t find out. Only in this way will you feel at ease.” Daisy let out a sigh before she continued. “All mothers think alike. I can understand that you love Charlotte and care about her so much. That’s why you put yourself in this situation, and even your sober sanity is now affected.” Upon hearing that, Summer sta

The president’s office on the top floor. Tall and well-built body, broad shoulders and long legs, muscular chest covered beneath a purple short-sleeve shirt outlined his nearly perfect figure. Purple contrasted nicely with the man’s sharp facial features, making him look tough, distinctive, and sharp. It turns out that men in purple could also look so mature, charming, and elegant. Harry gave the door a gentle knock. After getting a response, he pushed in and handed over the test report. “Here is the report, Mr. Valentine.” Mark reached across and took the sealed brown envelope, then opened it, and flipped through the pages. After he turned to the result page and his eyes scanned over the text, he put the report down to one side. His face was calm without a hint of emotional fluctuation. But his slightly raised lips still gave him away. But he was not surprised because the result was expected. He knew long before this that this would be the case. Even without this pater

Someone had picked her up?Instinct told Summer who did it. She did not panic, but looked at Charlotte’s teacher. “Ms. Bailey, what did the person tell you?” She could not think of anyone else other than Mark. Speaking of Mark, Ms. Bailey thought of the perfect, charming man, who seemed to possess all the gracefulness and dignity, whose gestures were indescribably elegant. She did not expect that Summer’s husband would be such a good-looking man. But then again, Summer was a beautiful and nice person, too. So they were a match made in heaven. “He is… he is your husband. He came to pick up Charlotte,” Nora said. “He showed me the marriage certificate. I only passed Charlotte to him after confirming his identity.” She could not believe that he even used the marriage certificate to bluff Nora. The fire of anger and cynicism consumed Summer. She frowned when she thought of Charlotte, who disliked Mark judging by her reaction that day. So why did she still agree to go with him?

But Charlotte still did not quite understand one thing: how could her mom’s belly fit a child the size of hers. But her teacher would not lie. She was definitely not fished out of the lake, but born out of her mom’s belly. She could never hide what was on her mind, and all her thoughts showed on her face. Mark’s heart softened, his deep but gentle eyes staring at her. His lips twitched as he spoke in a deep, awkward tone of voice. “I am indeed your dad.” He had never interacted with such a small human before. So much so that his expression was rigid. He just did not know how to interact with her. “Really?” Charlotte tilted her head, not believing what he said because her mom had never told her he was her dad. “Of course. What would you like to drink—juice or coke?” Charlotte shifted her body. “I don’t want any drink. Didn’t you say that Mommy will come? When will she come? I only want Mommy. I don’t want juice or coke.” She did not believe what Mark said. She wanted to