Chapter 389

Mark turned around, walked back to the couch, and put her down, then took out a quilt and put it on her.   Never had once Summer been awakened. She seemed to be really sleepy. Mark ran his shapely hand over her tear-stained face, his thin lips twitching. “This is really ugly.”   As far as he could recall, he had never seen Summer cry. This was the only and first time she did.   Charlotte was also sound asleep on the hospital bed. Just that the white gauze on his little head was hard to ignore. Mark, again, stroked her little face with his finger as he sat down at the bedside.   The next morning.   Summer opened her eyes and found herself on the couch. Her mind was drifting for a while before she snapped back.   She then got up and saw two nurses in the ward, busying back and forth, but they made little noises.   Whisking away the quilt, Summer walked to the bedside. “Is there anything wrong?”   “No, Charlotte recovered fast. She didn’t hurt any important part of her body, so she will b