The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 129

He loosened his tie and threw it on the sofa. He then leaned on the sofa, his long legs folded over the

edge o f the coffee table, and his lips curled in a sneer.

Mrs. Valentine had the nerve to do that to him. Not only did she not come back home, she didn’t

answer his calls, she even turned it off...

Well...

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Summer went to the mall with Amara in the morning. New Year was coming, and Amara was getting

some new clothes for the holiday.

In the end, she chose a red woolen cardigan. It was designed for spring and summer, so it looked quite

thin yet loose. She said she could still wear it when she was four or five months pregnant.

Summer, on the other hand, was just looking around aimless. It didn't matter to her whether she got

new clothes for the coming holiday.

Seeing this, Amara grunted disapprovingly and lectured Summer.

"Your idea is completely wrong. Because you married into the Valentine family, you need to dress well.

You know what your mother-in-law is like, if you dress

casually, she'll think you're embarrassing her. After all, the Valentine is a famous family in Santabaca.

Besides, you can't let her look down on you!"

Summer knew that everything she said was reasonable and true, but what's the point?

Yvette did not like her. It’s an unchangeable fact. Why should she cater to her and please her?

Besides, she thought Yvette was so arrogant. How many people did she feel worthy of her respect?

Besides, Summer was not the kind of person who would grovel to anybody, so, whatever.

The only thing that made her feel happy was that Amara had finally become normal. She did not have

to worry about her anymore, and her parents could live a t ease.

After shopping all day, Summer finally bought a red cardigan. It was loose and comfortable yet

fashionable. It's really a good choice.

It was 6p.m. when she got home. She quickly dressed herself, took her bag, and went downstairs.

A black Honda was parked downstairs. Dean greeted Summer when he saw her coming down.

"Summer, this way.”

Summer got in the car. After she put on her seat belt, Dean started driving.

"You're doing pretty well right," Summer smiled and started chatting with Dean.

"Not bad. I already have a house and a car. All I need now is a wife." Dean smiled, too.

She couldn't help laughing. "Try harder, then. You have a house, a car and a job. What a good young

man you are, still worrying about not getting a wife?"

Dean laughed along. He glanced at her deliberately, and then his masculine face went a little red, Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

though i t was not noticeable in the dim light of night.

They chatted happily until they reached the Club Nightshade. After parking the car, they went in

together.

As they wanted it to be fun, they didn't choose a private room. There were more than 30 of them

gathering just right next to the dance floor. That’s a lot of them.

Although there was no contact after such a long time, their face had not changed much. Everyone

could still recognize each other and remember their names.

High school friendships were the purest, and the high school days were nostalgic.

Now they were sitting together, chatting happily, and there was no awkwardness and strangeness.

All eyes were on Summer and Dean. They came in together, and everyone thought they were dating.

"Of all the classmates, I never thought you two would b e together!" Kayla looked at them in disbelief.

Summer knew they must have misunderstood and quickly explained, "We're not dating. It’s a

misunderstanding. I've already-”