The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 173

Summer walked out of the revolving restaurant.

Raine was typing a message on her phone under the table. She pressed 'send' as she finished writing.

She did it discreetly, so neither Jazz nor Yvette had noticed it. She got up and excused herself to the

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As she left, he gave Mark a meaningful look.

While looking at the dark-red mahogany bracelet on his wrist, Mark felt his phone vibrating in his pants

pocket. He fished it out and took a look.

Raine sent him a short and concise text message.

'See you in front of the washroom.'

Mark put the phone back quietly with an impassive face, pushed the chair back a little, and got to his

feet.

"Where are you going, Mark?" Jazz asked after taking a sip of red wine.

"I must have had too much water and need to take a leak," Mark said with a magnetic voice as he

went.

He had disappeared out of the door before his voice trailed off.

But Jazz and Yvette had sensed nothing wrong with

the surrounding atmosphere.

In front of the washroom.

Raine was pacing back and forth, her face grave, as if something was bothering her.

She knew that if this continued, she would go mad.

Since Yvette had reserved the entire floor of the hotel for themselves. No outsiders would be here, and

that included the washroom.

But Raine was not sure if Mark would come.

The only thing that she could do now was to wait.

Every minute lasted forever; the wait was a torment for her.

A few moments later, when a man wearing a black suit came into view, the gloominess and anxiety on

Rain's face vanished instantly.

She broke into a smile, like a beautiful flower in full bloom after a storm.

Mark approached and looked at her. His face looked a s calm as a pool of water, without the slightest

emotional change. "What's wrong?"

In the emergency passage of the hotel.

Summer held her cell phone to her ear, furrowing her brows and kneading her forehead with her hand.

Sherman was crying again.

"Summer, things have been peaceful recently until now. I have been trying my best to forget the

incident and not to talk about it. I am calm; so calm that I started to be surprised by myself. I am

actually depressed and feeling horrible. I feel like my head is going to explode. I feel like drinking.

Where are you? Can you come out and drink with me?"

Sometimes, getting too depressed is not a good thing, a s it could manifest as a superficial calmness.

But when one finds a vent, the dam will burst and the destruction will be unstoppable.

"Sherman, you can't go on like this. If you still want to be with him, get over it and change yourself."

"I know all of this, but it was like a thorn stuck in my throat. I couldn’t puke it out or swallow it. The pain

is torturing me."