The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 181

It was already past ten at night. Leaving a drunken woman alone in the bar was naturally unsafe.

After a short while, Dean made his way to Moonlight Pub. He was so hasty, and he was still in his

home slippers.

After paying the bill, he helped Summer to her feet and walked out of the pub with her.

All the walking sobered Summer up a little. She looked at him for a while and said dizzily, "What

brought you here?"

"I called you but the bartender picked up instead, he told me you are here."

"You called me?" Dean turned double before multiplying in front of her eyes. She shook her head and

said, "Impossible...my phone is switched off...how

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She did not even bother to look at her phone when Mark called her, switching it off right away. It was

just that she failed to recall.

Her phone was switched back on because Sherman needed to use it after her phone died.

Dean handed Summer her phone, "Look."

"Oops, the screen is on..." She blinked in surprise. She then tossed her phone right into her bag and

smiled at Dean, "It's off now..."

Her fair cheeks were flushed, and along with that pure smile, Dean's heart raced. He let out a little

cough strangely, and turned his masculine face away.

The sky was pitch dark, and she was struggling to walk on her own. Dean wanted to send her home,

but she kicked up a fuss, refusing to go back. She even sat down in the middle of the road to protest

shamelessly.

Dean had no idea what to do with her. He wanted to bring her to a hotel, but he was worried that she

would be left unattended if she felt unwell later at night.

After a momentary contemplation, he helped her up to his car and fastened her seatbelt before driving

towards the direction of his house.

In Valentine Mansion.

The room was filled with the smell of cigarettes. The smell was so strong it was tear-jerking.

The ashtray in front of him was crammed with cigarettes' butt. Mark still had a lit cigarette between his

lips, still in his suit. He stood in front of his french window and stared out of it.

It was almost half an hour since he stood there. He pursed his lips, his body consumed with chills and

wrath.

He turned around and went downstairs to get himself a cup of water. But he noticed that Jazz was still

awake, sitting on the sofa.

His eyes twitched as he said, "Call Summer and ask her what time she will be hack."

He thought, just maybe, she was only ignoring his phone call. She might pick up if anyone else called...

"Why don't you call and ask her yourself?" Jazz lifted his head and looked at him.

Mark's eyebrows were brought together, "My phone is dead..."

Jazz acknowledged his response and took out his phone, dialing her number in front of Mark.

The call did not go to a voicemail right away this time. It rang for a very long time, but nobody picked it

up.

Jazz shrugged his shoulders resignedly and shook his head, "No one picked up."

Mark leaned forward and poured himself a cup of warm water. He put it in front of his thin lips and took

a small sip.

The pungent smell of tobacco choked Jazz to a light cough. He tightened his brows. "How many

cigarettes did you smoke, Mark?"

"Just a few..."

Jazz was left speechless. It couldn't be just a few. The smell of cigarettes was all over him!”

Mark did not spend a lot of time in the living room before heading back to his room. After he left, Raine

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