The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 128

"That's all right. I can take a taxi."

"I also live in the neighborhood, it's no trouble. So that settles it then. I'll pick you up the night after

tomorrow and we'll go together. What's your number?"

Summer took out her phone, exchanged numbers with Dean, and talked for a while before parting

ways with him.

Amara was watching them all the time. As soon as Dean left, she grabbed Summer's arm and asked,"

Summer, is he interested in you?"

Summer gave her an annoyed look. "We are exclassmates. We haven't seen each other for so many

years; that's why he's a little excited. You think too much."

"Is it?" Amara shrugged her shoulders. "I don’t think it’s that simple."

Summer continued walking, ignoring her. "Aren’t you coming for a walk? Hurry up then, the sun will

come u p soon."

Daisy was afraid of gossip, so she just allowed Summer to stay at home for one night and pushed for

her to go back to Valentine mansion the next day.

Summer refused to leave. "Mom, my ex-classmate

lives here. We’re going to a class gathering the day after tomorrow. You can't kick me out now."

There was nothing Daisy could do, so she just left her alone. It was her own daughter anyway. What

else could she do about it?

So Summer stayed at home and didn’t return to Valentine mansion for three days, including the day

she left.

Valentine mansion

Mark glanced around the living room. Jazz was sitting on the couch, watching TV.

First he looked upstairs. Then he looked over at Jazz and moved his thin lips. "Has your sister-in-law

returned yet?"

"No..." Jazz looked up from the TV.

Mark frowned, didn't say anything and went upstairs. There was a slight chill between his eyes. The

room was cold and empty.

His long frame sank into the sofa. His large hand pulled and loosened his necktie with slight

impatience. He then took out his smartphone, pressed the number, frowned, then dialed and waited.

The phone rang for a moment, and then he heard a sweet female voice: "Sorry, the number you have

dialed cannot be reached at the moment, please try again later..."

His eyebrows furrowed even closer together. He pondered for a moment, looking as if there was a

deep, bottomless whirlpool on his handsome face. Then he pressed the dial button again.

On the other side

As Summer stepped out of the bathroom, her phone rang and she looked down to see Mark on her

caller ID.

Her fingertips quivered. She looked down, hesitated for a moment, and then hung up the phone.

But within seconds, the screen lit up again, and this time, she simply turned it off. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

First of all, she was a woman, and second of all, she was not one who can forgive and forget easily.

So, there was resentment, bitterness, and pain in her heart.

She tossed the phone aside; out of sight, out of mind. She went to bed and picked up the book-The

Red and the Black-which lay on the bed.

It was a very thick book. She had read most of it, and there was still a little bit left to go.

But at the moment, her attention was far from the book, and she could not figure out what was on her

mind.

There was a lot running through her head, and she could not calm her mind down. She leaned on the

head of the bed, breathing deeply to relax her mind and body, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

Listening to the cold female voice coming from the phone, Mark was getting more and more irritated

with it.