The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 164

Before her voice trailed off, her phone vibrated. She picked it up and saw that it was Grace.

"Where are you now?" Grace asked.

"On the way back to the Valentine mansion. What is wrong?"

"Nothing. I am just bored to death. I will see you at the Valentine mansion." The line went dead.

Mark cocked an eyebrow with his eyes squinted. "Who was that?"

"Grace. She said she will come to see me in the Valentine mansion," Summer said upon hanging up

the phone.

“Still in contact with Officer Singleton?" He turned the steering to the right as he casually asked in a

deep voice.

"Uh-huh.” She nodded.

He looked over at her with concern. "Doesn't he know you are married?"

"That has nothing to do with befriending him." Summer paused for a second before she continued. "H e

is a good person; sincere, kind, and honorable. He is a rare friend."

She was telling the truth. Few people were like Dean i n society today.

She did not want to lose a friend like him.

Mark raised his eyebrows, his lips pressed together into a straight line, and his face darkened.

She must be thinking he did not exist. She spoke so highly and even praised another man in front of

her husband.

"You have such a good impression of Officer Singleton. What about me?" he asked slowly. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

She cocked an eyebrow after thinking for a moment." Scheming businessman. Didn’t you describe

yourself like that before? To be honest, I think this summarizes you well."

His gloomy face looked pale, but he kept a lazy yet dangerous smile. "Thank you for the compliment,

Mrs. Valentine."

Sensing that dangerous vibe, Summer looked away, cleared her throat and said, "You are welcome."

Mark hissed, reaching to lift her chin to give her a punishing bite on the lips.

Summer gasped in pain. With her hands on his chest, she tried to push him away. "Concentrate when

driving!" she mumbled.

"Kiss me, and I will let you go. Otherwise..." He grinned.

She glared at him.

He did not seem to see it, but kept holding her chin with his hand.

He was not embarrassed of himself, but she was.

She blushed. With her eyes closed, she drew close and gently planted her lips on his.

Mark's eyes were on her cheeks, which looked silky white with a tinge of pink and shyness. Her long

and curly eyelashes flickered as if they were flirting with him.

Summer had guessed it right; Yvette was sitting on the settee with a sullen face the moment she

stepped into the living room.

Yvette's facial expression gave her the heebie-jeebies.

"Why did you come back so late?" Yvette was looking a t Mark but she apparently took aim at Summer.

Mark kneaded his brows with his hand and replied, "It was getting late last night. Besides, I couldn’t

refuse their hospitality, and so I stayed over there for the night."