The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 320

Summer was engulfed by panic and anger, not afraid o f the pain. She head-butted Mark and forced

her words through her teeth. "Let go of me!"

The two heads collided with a dull thud. Mark groaned in pain and let go of her hands and feet at the

same time.

The impact hurt for sure. Summer clearly felt the pain, even numbness, on her head.

"Undeniably, you really have a fantasy prone personality!" She snapped and left without looking back.

After she disappeared from his sight, Mark raised his hand and stroked his lips with his slender fingers, Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

the gaze in his eyes as deep as the sea.

'I have a fantasy prone personality disorder? Heck! We shall see.’

When Summer came back into the private box, Charlotte was kneeling on Jazz's lap. The two of them

were playing the hand game of rock-paper-scissors.

"Next time, I will form scissors, and you are to form paper. Okay?" "Why is that?" Jazz cocked an

eyebrow.

"Because Uncle Handsome has won one... two...," she counted with her fingers while mumbling, "one,

two, three, four, six-"

“Wait a second." Jazz interrupted her, cupping her small hand in his. "Where's your five, Charlotte?"

"The tiger ate it, Uncle Handsome. Since you have won six times, can you let me win once?" She

blinked.

The way Charlotte counted was all too familiar to Summer. Charlotte usually skipped five, jumping from

four to six when she counted.

Whenever Summer asked her about why she skipped five, she would justifiably tell Summer that the

tiger ate it.

"Well, let me think about it." Jazz narrowed his charming eyes and pointed at his cheeks. “I will let you

win this time if you give me two kisses on my cheeks."

Without further ado, Charlotte raised her head and gave him a peck on both sides of his face.

Mark pushed open the door and was walking in when he saw Charlotte kissing Jazz.

His narrow eyes raised involuntarily as he squinted at Jazz, who was enjoying Charlotte’s kisses. It was

a glaring sight.

Charlotte was actively jumping up and down on his lap when she slipped and fell to the floor.

Jazz's face abruptly changed. Just when he was about to catch Charlotte, Mark was one step ahead of

him, catching Charlotte before she hit the floor. In that split second, Mark swiped his hand over

Charlotte's head. B y the time he pulled back his hand, he had a few strands of soft hair in his palm.

The fall frightened Charlotte. Her little pink face turned pale, but she did not cry.

Mark lifted Charlotte up. He was startled when he came into contact with the tender skin of Charlotte. H

e never held a child before and never knew a child's skin would feel like this.

Charlotte turned her head away, pouting and held out her hands at Summer. "I want Aunt. I want Aunt."