The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 127

Looking at her stomach, Amara smiled and said.

Summer thought that Amara had really changed. Perhaps because of the pregnancy, her focus began

to shift from gambling to the baby, which was undoubtedly a good start, a good change.

They went to the park side by side. The sun had not yet risen and the air was damp and cold.

The leaves were wet with early morning dew, and the air breathing in was fresh and moist, though cold.

Amara chattered away like a sparrow all the way to the park, never keeping her mouth shut.

"Summer, I don't mean to be rude, but your mother-in-law doesn't look like a nice person," Amara said

without a second thought.

Summer smiled. "You've only met her once, are you sure?"

"I’m not sure of anything else, but I have a taste for people. She is annoying at first sight: she has a

pointed face, curved eyebrows, and thin lips. And though she looks pretty and elegant, she has a mean

countenance." Amara sounded sure of her judgment.

The corners of Summer’s mouth moved a little, nonjudgmentally, and then asked, “How about aunt?"

"Aunt..." Amara paused slightly. "She is ten thousand times better than your mother-in-law, gentle,

virtuous, sensible, and so beautiful, so fairy-like. She is the envy of all women!"

No words, she just listened, occasionally stretching her body. NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

Just then, they heard a pleasantly surprised male voice. "Summer Hart!”

With a surprise, she turned around and saw a tall man standing behind her, smiling at her with a

delighted face and white teeth.

He was wearing a tracksuit. He had a square face and was tall and strong like a bodybuilder, looking

very heroic.

He did look familiar, but she could not remember who he was, she had no memory of him.

After failing to figure out who he was, Summer finally gave up and asked, "And you are?"

"Dean Singleton. I'm your high school classmate, the one who always sat behind you. Remember?" He

looked at her eagerly.

Dean Singleton, the boy sitting behind her in the class. As he said this, Summer remembered it and

smiled. "S o it's you. I remember you used to blush easily."

Dean smiled and touched his hair awkwardly. "What d o you do now?"

"I'm a teacher. How about you?"

"Police officer."

Summer snorted with laughter. "You do live up to your name. Dean did sound like a good name for a

police officer."

Dean smiled, a little shy. As if remembering something, he asked, "By the way, Summer, are you free

the night after tomorrow?"

Suddenly he changed the way he called her from Summer Hart to just Summer. It felt a little closer and

not so distant.

She asked, not noticing the change, "Anything?"

"The day after tomorrow, we will have a reunion of our high school classmates. There will be only our

class. Please come with us."

"I don't think I’m going. We haven't seen each other for a long time. It's quite awkward." She smiled and

refused politely.

The main reason was that they had not been in touch for several years, and their relationship had

become rusty. The gathering could be quite awkward.

"Why is that awkward? Kayla invited you to her party every year, and Doris Cain. Besides, we are all

classmates. Don't you miss your old classmates after all these years?"

There was nothing else to do that day anyway, and he had tried so hard to persuade her to go, it's hard

to refuse him. "All right, I'll go."

Dean's face brightened. "Well, Club Nightshade, 8 p.m. Shall I come and pick you up?"