The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 421

Charlotte flew into Mark's arms like a bird, her little face rubbing against his suit pants.

He bent slightly, picked her up, raised his chin slightly, and pointed at Charlie. "That's Uncle Charlie."

"Hello Uncle Charlie," Charlotte said sweetly.

"Little beauty. Like father, like daughter. She looks just like you. Let me give you a kiss. Here's a little gift for you," Charlie said while hugging the soft little girl.

"Is it a dress?" Charlotte blinked.

"Anything wrong?"

“Uncle, can you give me a yellow one next time?

Mommy always says I'm like a little piggy and will stain the white dress."

Charlie smiled and snapped his fingers. "Ok, the little beauty's request is accepted. Mr. Valentine, I want her to be my flower girl."

"I'll be Mommy's flower girl. Mommy is going to marry Uncle Dean, and I will be the flower girl." Charlotte’s smiling eyes were like a crescent moon. "Uncle, let's g o home."

"Are you hungry?" "No, Mommy went shopping for a ring with Uncle

Dean today. I'm going home to see mommy’s ring. I'm going to see if the teacher’s ring is bigger or Mommy's ring is bigger, and which one is prettier!" She could not wait to see it.

At the little girl's words, Mark's face went completely grim. Charlie frowned. It seemed Ms. Hart was determined to marry someone else.

Once a person like Ms. Hart was determined to do something, it will be hard to turn back...

Later, Charlie returned to Santabaca. Instead of going home, Mark went to an Italian restaurant with Charlotte. After dinner, he asked Charlotte to call her mommy.

As soon as she and Dean got home, she received a call from Charlotte. Without stopping, she came to the restaurant immediately.

He drained his glass of red wine and then handed her the invitation card.

Summer raised her eyebrows in surprise. She took the invitation card, opened it and saw that the groom was Charlie and the bride was Grace.

She knew the two were dating, but did not expect them to get married so soon.

And just as she looked at the invitation card, Mark's eyes fell on the ring she wore on her slender fingers.

It was a very ordinary gold ring. The design was not complicated, but simple yet graceful...

His deep eyes rolled up in an instant. The ring undoubtedly stabbed him in the heart. His fingers clenched the transparent glass and the veins stood out on the back of his hand. The force was so strong a s if he was going to crush the glass.