Chapter 639

She froze and thought, 'Was he trying to condemn her for disturbing them?' "I'm sorry." Her eyes looked somewhat glum. She placed the ice cream on the table. The girl happily took it, and she smiled with her eyes curving into crescents. She thanked Summer, "Thank you so much, Summer. Why did you trouble her to purposely get this for me, Mark? I could've gotten it myself tomorrow." Mark's thin lips curved into a small smile. He still felt cold despite the smile. ‘So it was for her, not Charlotte...' Summer thought. "May I know which room is Charlotte in?" Summer asked politely with a hinge of reservedness. "In my room," he replied with his brows arched. "Thank you." After she shut the door, she had her back against the door and slid down. She felt her tears well up, and she tightened her fists on her sides. Only after a while did she carefully carry Charlotte up who was sleeping on the bed. If what he had said in the afternoon was not impactful enough for her to give up, the words he said when she arrived and the favor of getting ice cream for his lady were definitely impactful and hurtful enough for her to let go. ‘Perhaps what he said was right. No one would be willing to wait at the same spot forever,' she thought. He was so reserved and distant with her as if she was a stranger or merely a guest to their home. 'Back then, he would have sent Charlotte home to me, and not ask for me to come over.' ‘In the end, he has changed too.' She smiled bitterly at her thoughts. She stepped out of the room and saw them whispering to one another. With a smile, she said, "Thank you for having Charlotte today, and sorry for the trouble." "It's no trouble at all. Charlotte is so cheerful and adorable. Anyways, why don't you let Mark send you home, Summer? It's getting late now," she said while having her ice cream. Mark eyed the girl and moved his lips to say flatly, "Busybody." "No, that's fine. I drove over. Good night," Summer said, and she left the room carrying Charlotte on her shoulder. The elevator slowly closed. She leaned against the wall and told herself that she had enough, 'This is it. I'm done.' Mark stood by the window and watched until they drove into the night. Summer had stopped coming to the apartment nor the office the next day and the days after. She had not called or texted him at all. Mark's defined brows knitted tightly together. His previously relieved mood was reverted back to being stressed and tense. It had hit rock bottom. Summer had been busy to the point that she had no time for herself to catch a breath. She had purposely kept herself busy. ‘Only by keeping busy can I distract myself from the pain I've been feeling. If I don't have the time, I won't be able to think about him and those trivial matters.' ‘I was the one who pushed him away, and even though it's painful to see him fall for someone else, the pain and ache will go away soon...' Daisy had helped to babysit Charlotte. When she saw how Summer had looked recently, she let out a sigh and then proceeded to make dinner. She had to do some revision tonight so she could only get off work at 9 p.m. Since she did not have time during the day, she had invited Kolby over at night. When she got off work, she drove home, and once she arrived, Kolby had already reached her place. He was already sitting at the dining table. "You just got off work? Go and wash your hands then come eat. Mr. Witt has been waiting for you." After exchanging their greetings, she went to the washroom and washed her hands. When she returned, there was a new guest, Makayla. Summer froze a bit and raised her brows. Even though she did not like Makayla, she was still their guest. She could not just chase her out of her home. She had to be polite. They chatted happily at the dining table, and the dining area had a harmonious mood. Then, Kolby had brought up Patrick.