The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 317

"Mommy, why do I have to call you Aunt?” Charlotte could not understand, tilting her head in an I-wonder-why fashion.

"I will explain it to you when we get home. But for now, can you listen to Mommy?"

"Okay." Charlotte nodded, her voice tender.

Something made Summer curious, so she tidied Charlotte’s clothes and asked, "Why didn't you let the gentleman hold you just now?"

Licking her sweet lips, Charlotte sniffled and shook her body as if she was cold. "I don't like that gentleman. It feels like he could freeze me. Besides, he is not as handsome as Uncle Handsome."

The world of a child is a little different from that of an adult.

Everything that children like was usually full of vigor and vitality, and even more, they love people dressed i n bright clothes.

So Mark might be elegant and a charming, mature man, but his dark clothing and unsmiling face could not win the heart of the child.

Just to be sure, Summer gently stroked Charlotte's soft hair and asked again, "Do you remember what I said

just now? Can you repeat it for me?" "Umm... don't call you Mommy... call you Aunt." Charlotte said it as if she was chanting a tongue twister, but she knew the meaning.

"Good.” She kissed Charlotte on her pink cheek and then carried her out of the washroom.

They had not ordered any food. Summer asked for three items, all of which were Charlotte’s favorite. She then handed the menu to Jazz.

Watching Summer’s actions, Mark's eyes turned gloomy with an undercurrent surging inside, but they revealed nothing of his emotion.

They ordered few more items. Before long, the food was served.

Mark watched quietly and pursed his lips, squinting his narrow eyes as he felt offended at being ignored.

Summer did not spare a glance at Mark, but just kept her head low while sipping on her mushroom soup.

She had been panicking from the beginning, worried that Mark might grow suspicious of her.

As she shifted her posture, she felt a gust of warm fluid flowing out of her. She gritted her teeth, knowing that it was that time of the month.

If she kept sitting there, more discharge would flow out of her body over time. Besides, her light-colored clothes could make the stain look even more conspicuous.

Who knows, her pants might have been stained with her menstrual blood. Gritting her teeth, she brazened i t out and got up from her seat, then walked straight out of the private box awkwardly without looking at them.

Jazz was playing a game with Charlotte, so he had not noticed it. But Mark's keen eye had taken that all in.