The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 329

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." 1

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. 1

"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." Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

She did not believe what Mark said. She wanted to ask her mom if she had a dad and if he was her

dad. She only believed what her mom said.

Mark’s eyes moved. He then stared at her face that resembled his, and then that part of his heart

softened. "You mom will see you on the next plane."

Charlotte looked out of the window. She missed her mom. This Uncle Rascal told her that her mom

wanted them to fly to another place first while her mom took care of a few things, after which her mom

would come to meet her. Had her mom not yet finished taking care of those few things?

Mark had never interacted with children before. He looked at Charlotte's reaction and frowned in

silence.

Two hours later, the plane landed at the Santabaca airport. During the flight, Charlotte had fallen asleep

i n the leather chair, and she was still asleep after the plane had landed.

Cocking his eyebrows, Mark bent down slightly to carry Charlotte into his arms, his action clumsy and

awkward.

Charlotte usually went to bed at 9:00 pm, and it was now 10:00 pm. She was too sleepy to open her

eyes.

A black vehicle had been waiting outside the airport. Mark carried Charlotte and strode over to the

vehicle, then got in and let Charlotte sleep in his arms.

He carried her with one hand and fished out his cell phone from his pants pocket with the other. He

turned his cell phone on and saw 12 missed calls, seven of which were from her and five from Jazz.

He tapped with his fingers and made a call. It was picked up almost instantaneously, and Summer's

angry voice blast through the phone. "Mark, where have you taken Charlotte to?"

"Take a guess." His lips twitched as he said slowly. "Of course, a place you can't find."

His words agitated Summer even more. "Mark!"

"Santabaca," Mark said again in a deep voice. He could almost see her angry face. He looked down

and from the corner of his eyes, he inadvertently saw Charlotte frowning at the noise. So he hung up.

"You-" Before Summer could respond, the line went dead. All she heard was the disconnect tone.

She looked at the phone, her anger going through the roof. Just then, her phone vibrated again; it was

Jazz this time.

“I went to Mark's apartment. There was no one there. I will help you find him. Wait for my call."

Jazz was moving fast. Summer could hear his rapid footsteps in the background. "Jazz, no need to

look for him now. I have just talked to him over the phone.”