The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 162

With a sarcastic expression, Yvette earnestly urged, "D o you think she will show her true self in front of

you, Jazz?"

"I know her very well." Jazz's face sank.

"How can you be so sure? I think she must be a scheming woman. Otherwise, she would not have

thought of using pregnancy as a trap to force your brother to marry her."

Having reached his limit, Jazz flung his cutlery on the dining table and left without even looking at

Yvette.

He did not like to hear any of those words, nor did he want to hear them. He knew Summer well

enough.

Yvette furrowed her brows, wondering why he lost his cool.

She thought it must be Summer who had influenced him. Otherwise, he would not have sided with

Summer.

She hated Summer even more when she thought of this.

Raine just emerged from the washroom when Jazz stormed out of the living room. "What is going on

with Jazz, Yvette?" she asked.

Yvette suppressed her emotions and said calmly, "I reprimanded him about his studies and he did not

like it. He has a hot temper."

"Jazz is an independent kid. You don't have to worry about him, Yvette." Raine suspected nothing.

"Yeah, I don't think I can change anything about him, n o matter how worried I am. He would probably

listen once after you speak to him for the hundredth time. B y the way, it is January 4 tomorrow. I

almost forgot," Yvette said.

"What happens on January 4?" Raine looked at Yvette i n puzzlement.

"It is Mark's birthday. I have been busy these few days and almost forgot about it."

It suddenly dawned on Raine. "I almost forgot if you didn't tell me. How did Mark spend his birthday

previously?"

"As you know, Mark likes it quiet. So our family usually gets together and has a meal in a hotel

restaurant."

"What about this year?"

"Wait for Mark to decide. We will discuss it when he comes home."

Raine returned to her room after a while. She picked u p the calendar on the bedside table and drew a

heart shape on January 4 using a pen.

She drew it so lightly that no one was going to notice i t without looking closely.

This was because she did not want Yvette to see it. She had never forgotten the day, which she had

forever ingrained in her mind.

January 4 was his birthday, which was tomorrow.

She had been suppressing her feelings, which screamed and wrestled about in her body.

Inside the room

Two people crammed and hugged each other to sleep i n a single-sized bed.

The bed was so small that if they slept by lying on their backs, it was not going to fit. So the only way

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Mark was apparently too tall for the bed. He could not stretch but had to bend his legs while he slept.

The sun had come out, shining in through the green window screens, and on their bodies.

The sunlight was a little dazzling. Summer blinked. Only after her eyes had adapted to the light did she

slowly open her eyes.

The good-looking, sunshine-filled face was just inches from her. Her heart fluttered as she stared at

him from this distance in silence.

After a long while, she carefully removed his hand that was wrapped around her waist, and then got up

and walked out of the room.

Solomon was reading the newspaper when he heard footsteps and looked up. "Good morning. Where

is Mark?"