The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 144

Yvette looked at Raine, her eyes flickering. "I almost forgot about Raine. Do you want to join us,

Raine?"

"I have a gathering with my friends in the afternoon. S o I am afraid that I can't join you guys."

Raine said with a clean and tactful smile, her eyes involuntarily glancing at Mark.

Mark did not seem to notice her glances. He sipped his coffee and glanced sideways at the woman

beside him.

Summer ignored the conversation between the two of them. She ate her oatmeal and occasionally

talked with Jazz in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Mark narrowed his eyes a little as he kept an eye on the two.

"Well then, we will leave in a minute," Yvette said with a smile.

After eating breakfast, the three of them headed out, leaving only Raine and Jazz in the living room.

Jazz looked at the time and lazily stretched, then got u p from the settee. "I am leaving, Aunt." "Where

are you going?" Raine pulled her mind back

and asked in puzzlement.

"My part-time job, of course. It is still ongoing. I don't get a break on New Year's Day.”

"Is this necessary, Jazz?" Raine frowned.

"It is not out of necessity, Aunt. I enjoy doing this. I am preparing for the future.”

He shook his head and hummed a song in his mouth." No one understands my world, only I know

myself, I a m waiting for the day in the future, when it will shine...’’

He hummed as he walked out of the Valentine mansion. He was full of the charm of youth.

Except for the servants who walked and forth, Raine was the only person in the living room.

Tomorrow would be New Year's Day. Yvette instructed the servants to clean the house thoroughly,

letting no stone unturned, so to speak.

Raine suddenly had a strong feeling, wondering if Yvette was still finding any meaning in her life. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Ronald was busy with work. He was based in Grudin North all year round and seldom came home.

Now that he was in love with another woman, it would be even less likely for him to return to the

Valentine mansion.

Yvette was living alone in the large mansion, and it was no wonder she was becoming more and more

tacky and mean.

Comparing Yvette of today with Yvette of yesteryears, the difference was like night and day.

She was a sad woman.

But when Baine thought of what Yvette said at the dining table just now, she lost all her sympathy for

Yvette instantly.

How can you still sympathize with a woman whose purpose of life is to taunt and irritate you?

Her mind was drifting when the thought of Mark holding a cosmetic last night came to mind. She got

curious.

She was eager to know to whom he gave the cosmetics.

The question had been bothering her for a while. It was during this time when she saw a servant

walking upstairs with a set of house keys in hand.

Baine's eyes brightened up, and she stopped the servant. "What do you do with the key?"

"Mrs. Valentine asked me to clean up Mr. Valentine's reading room.”

"Leave the keys to me after you have opened the door. I need to find something in the attic." Baine said

as an inner voice told her so.

"Do you need my help?" "It is okay. I can handle it myself." Baine let out a

gentle smile.

When she stood in front of Mark's room with the keys i n hands, she suddenly came to her senses, as if

someone tipped a bucket of ice water on her.

'What-what am I doing here? How could I even allow myself to think of doing this?'