The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 363

But Charlotte insisted and dragged Summer by her hand to force her to come over.

Mark was still the loser in this round. The mother and daughter were on the same side. No matter which of the two won, it was considered a win for the both of them.

Charlotte tugged at her and asked her to sit on Mark. Summer just stood there, refusing to follow the child i n playing the fool.

She would definitely not want to sit on Mark's back.

Charlotte felt aggrieved, big tears welling up in her eyes. "I hate Mommy! You are a liar! I hate Mommy!"

There was no such thing as embarrassment in her world. She did not know what the adults were thinking. All she thought was that her mom was not following the rules of the game.

Mark first looked at the tearful Charlotte, and then at Summer. "A promise is a promise. You've got to make good on it. Otherwise, you shouldn't have gotten involved.”

Summer said not a word, as she knew she was in the wrong. She should not have given in when Charlotte pestered her.

She sighed. Having no choice, she first put Charlotte o n Mark's back, and then she followed by climbing onto his back.

Charlotte wiped her tears and broke out in a smile.

"Pesky little girl!" Summer gently poked a finger at Charlotte's forehead.

"If I were a pesky little girl, then Mommy would be a pesky woman. Mommy, it is your turn to make a song request."

Summer pretended no more since she had climbed up onto his back. She just wanted to end this as soon as possible. "I’m a Little Teapot..."

Mark kept working out every day, so he was well built and had a statuesque bodyline. So he could easily carry two people on his back. There was nothing to it.

"You probably weigh 65 kilos, I guess." His eyes moved as he lifted his lips to say something to tease her.

Meanwhile, Mark was lying on the bed but did not feel sleepy at all, especially when he thought of her sleeping next door and got even more alert.

How could he fall asleep when his mind was filled with the images of her lying on the bed, in the room next door that was separated only by a wall?

He had no control of his mind. So he put on his pajamas, got up, and went to the living room.

He leaned in the shadow in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of red wine in his hand without turning the light on in the living room.

He kept telling himself that he should stop thinking about her, who was lying just next door. He felt as though the fervent desire inside him was about to explode.

A while later, the door of the next room opened as Summer came out with a cell phone in her hand. It was Grace who called.

She was tired and had wanted to sleep, but Grace suddenly called at this ungodly hour. Not wanting to wake Charlotte up, she went out to the living room.