The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 113

Yvette’s words carried a reproaching undertone. She then looked at Raine, who stayed silent all this

time." Have you met your fiance's mom?”

Raine's hand, which held a spoon full of fish chowder, froze in the air for a second. "His parents passed

away. He is the only one left in the family." Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“So who will take care of you during your confinement?"

"It is too early to talk about that."

"It is not too early, Raine. You guys are engaged, and will marry soon. It is a matter of time to have

children. You see, Mark did not even get engaged but married before your engagement. But now

Summer is two-month pregnant. You have got to hurry.” Yvette urged with a smile.

"You can rush everything, especially this thing.”

Raine smiled softly, her expression calm, but she had a reckless mind.

She knew very well that Yvette discussed this topic deliberately to agitate her.

"You might have a point; you can’t rush to have a baby. Now, I am just waiting for the coming of my

grandchild." Yvette said with her eyebrows raised.

Summer listened quietly, without saying a word. No wonder Yvette's attitude had changed. It turned out

that was because of the baby in her womb.

She sneered in her mind as she ate.

Yvette scooped a bowl of fish chowder and then handed it to Summer. "Have some more, it is

nutritious."

"Thank you, mom.” Summer put on a plastic smile.

Raine drank her fish chowder without looking up. So n o one could see her expression on her face.

Jazz listened on to their conversation, feeling bored. There was a hint of bitterness on his face.

Sometimes, you have got to believe in things like fate and destiny.

He had known Summer, and they had crossed paths with each other long before Mark did.

Mark might have met Summer later than Jazz was, but his action was quicker, and he did not know it

until they got married.

So, sometimes, fate, not the length of time, determines outcomes.

Summer could not wait to leave the dining table as she found it a torment to be sitting here. After

dinner, she did not stay in the living room but went back to her room upstairs.

She found it uncomfortable and awkward to face both

Yvette and Raine.

There was a knock on the door as soon as she sat down in her room. As she looked back, Jazz was

walking in with a bright smile on his face.

"What makes you so happy?"

He did not answer her question. "Are you free on Wednesday?"

"Why?" she asked back with curiosity.

"A surprise." He took out what had been hiding behind him. "The tickets for the piano concert of Agrizi.

Do you want to go?"

Her eyes lit up, and then she asked again, "Are you sure you know how to appreciate piano

performance?"

"Of course, I know. Watching piano performances can not only calm one's heart and mind but also

make one look elegant." Jazz pretended that he knew, and he looked so enthusiastic.

Summer looked at him with a smile and curled her finger at him. "Then tell me which country Agrizi is

from and what kind of music he is good at."

"Italy? Portugal? Athana? France? Denmark?" Jazz made some wild guesses.

"How many countries do you know in total?" She had n o words.