The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 400

The phone call lasted for a long time and Charlotte could not get her hands off the phone. She was chuckling and her eyes were bent into crescents. No one would know what Mark was saying to her at the other end of the phone.

She finally hung up after half an hour. The nurse took the phone from Charlotte’s tiny hands and put her to sleep.

The train was leaving at nine the next morning. Summer was pushing the wheelchair while Charlotte was carrying her little backpack with an orange kite i n her arms. Obediently, she walked by Summer's side.

After that incident took place, it taught her a lesson and she learned to be more disciplined. She would walk closely behind Summer without wandering off even when her hands were not being held.

They were already at the waiting lounge before the boarding time.

The place was crowded with people and the noise was overwhelming. There was a middle-aged man who let out a strong burp from eating too fast, "Bwaaaaap..."

"Pardon me for being so rude. It was not me, it was my food. It just came up to say hello, now it's gone back

down below," Charlotte said mischievously while dragging her childlike voice.

The people around her were amused and couldn’t stop laughing.

Summer and Dean looked at each other as they smiled helplessly.

At that moment, she felt her phone vibrating. She looked at the caller ID, stood up, and walked to a quieter place before answering the call. "Jazz."

"Are you still in Nokocola Bay with Charlotte? I just got back from Athana, and I'm planning to drop by in the next few days. Don’t forget what you promised me back then. You have to make me your guest there," Jazz said as he yawned.

"Yes, for sure."

All of a sudden, a deep voice rang behind him. Jazz was so startled by it he dropped his phone on the ground.

Jazz patted his chest and turned around. He saw his brother, who had just got out of the shower. His muscular and athletic body was in a set of sportswear, looking fresh and casual.

"I have my freedom and rights to talk to anyone, Mark. Don't be too much of a busybody, you'll age very fast..." He grinned cheekily.

His deep eyes swept across him and ignored him for being so loquacious. He took a few strides forward and grabbed his phone to check his call log.

When the number that couldn't be any more familiar burst into sight, Mark lifted his jaw almost instantly. His handsome face turned dark in a blink of an eye as if it was covered with gray clouds.

He stretched out his arm and casually tossed the phone back on the couch. He then changed his shoes and walked right out of the living room.