The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 134

"The one who ate the apple with Summer. They left a long time ago. They might be home by now."

The vibe emanating from Mark suddenly became cold and gloomy and there was no trace of warmth in Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

his eyes, as cold as ice...

Kayla felt the frost coming on her face and she couldn’t help but shivered.

Without another word, his thin lips closed in a straight line and he walked straight out of the Club

Nightshade.

As he walked away, a cold wind brushed her face. She couldn’t help but shivered again.

But then again, wasn't there something weird about the relationship between Mr. Valentine and

Summer?

Why did she think there's something going on between them?

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The car pulled up in front of the building, and Summer thanked him. "Thanks for the ride!"

"Don't mention it. We’re old friends." Dean smiled.

Summer smiled, too. Dean was exactly the same as he was in high school.

He was still so pure and honest, and he still blushed when he saw a woman.

"I’ll go now. Be careful as you drive home," she said, opening the door and getting out.

Dean also got out of the car, strode forward and stood i n front of her, feeling a little awkward, nervous

and uneasy.

Summer stopped and looked up at him, puzzled. " What’s up, Dean?"

She laughed as she called his name, which reminded her of the high school days and how they joked

about his name.

The smile on her cheek was like the bright moonlight, so beautiful that it enchanted him.

Especially when he heard his name coming out of her mouth, Dean’s heart beat faster and his face

tinged with a faint blush, which did not fit his masculine image.

"I... I have something to tell you..." he said.

"Yes?"

Summer knew what he wanted to say, but she didn’t try to stop him because she could reject him

completely only if he expressed his feeling from the bottom of his heart.

Dean was undoubtedly nervous and hesitated for a moment before he spoke.

"Summer, I like you, I've had a crush on you since high school, and when I saw you in the park

yesterday, it was like a gift from heaven. How could I have such good luck..."

“Dean...” Summer interrupted gently.

But before she could finish her word, Dean plucked up the courage, interrupted her, and went on

without stopping.

"I have a 120-square-meter house in Santabaca, my car is a Honda worth $200,000,1 have $500,000

in the bank, and I earn $5,000 a month. I want to date you with the intension of marrying you. Summer,

will you accept me?”

He had never pursued a girl, and was rather shy by nature, and did not know how to please a girl.

So, he could only pursue her in the way he thought was the best.

Summer looked into his sincere dark eyes. These words, plain and simple, were enough to impress a

woman.

But just then a deep, cold voice came in. "Do you think she’ll accept you?"

Their eyes turned, and saw a man was standing beside them, looking unfathomable, with a cigarette

between his fingers.