The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 185

Summer smiled faintly and ignored him. Her expression had become even colder as she said, "I don't

think it's Mr. Valentine’s business."

Mark locked his eyes on her as he responded, "You are Mrs. Valentine, yet you're with another man.

You still have the audacity to say that it is none of my business?” This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

"Mrs. Valentine..." she repeated his words slowly as she smiled ironically, "Before yesterday night, I too

thought I was Mrs. Valentine. But as of today, I will never have my head in the clouds anymore. I

overestimated myself, that's why I became a laughing stock."

He tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Though his expression was still cold and dark, it was

slowly turning warmer.

"Since I have no say in Mr. Valentine's business, I presume Mr. Valentine should also stay out of my

business."

"Mrs. Valentine, do you really think that is possible?" Mark's look darkened.

Summer looked up and stared at him sarcastically," Hah! One law for the rich and another for the poor,

don't you find it funny?"

Mark's eyes never left her, anger starting to spark in

his eyes, "As Mrs. Valentine, you should be very clear o n what you can and cannot do, especially in

Santabaca. Don't challenge me, you really wouldn't like the consequences. If you still want to mingle

around with that guy, I really wouldn’t mind showing you the outcome of your behavior..."

"Oh..." Summer responded flatly before chuckling to herself. She looked at him cold-eyed as she said,

"Is M r. Valentine worried that I would embarrass him?

Don't worry, we can just divorce."

She was taken aback as soon as she said the word ' divorce'; she shivered as she felt thousands of

pins and needles piercing through her body.

On the other hand, Mark felt a huge drop in his heart. His heart tightened as it raced, pounding hard

against his chest. All he could feel was an indescribable strong wave of rage.

His eyes lit up in flames, his expression so fierce as if he wanted to swallow her whole. Suddenly, he

grabbed her shoulder hard with one hand and pinched her chin with another. He turned her face to

meet his as he clenched his jaw and spoke to her coldly.

"You want to divorce me so you could flee into the substitute’s arms, huh?"

'Substitute?' Summer wasn't expecting him to speak any good. Her face remained flat as she said,"

Whatever you say."

Her nonchalant behavior added even more fuel to the fire. His eyes were blazing murderously as he

winded down the window of the passenger seat.

Instantly, the car was filled with bone-chilling cold air. The wind was so strong it actually hurt Summer’s

face as it blew.

But Mark's dark eyes were still glued on Summer as h e inched towards her. His big hand cupped the

back of her head fiercely before kissing her aggressively.

Dean was worried when he saw the car window rolling down. Out of worry, he peered into the car as h

e saw the unexpected. He was taken aback once again when he saw them kiss, not being able to

collect himself for a second.

The kiss was more like a bite, tearing Summer's lips apart. Her lips started to bleed as she fought back

with all her strength, kicking and hitting Mark with every chance that she had.

But none of them seemed to work. Mark was nowhere close to stopping. After some time, he pulled

back and wiped off the blood on her lips. He looked up and glanced over to Dean, who was still

standing outside o f their car. Chuckling coldly, he said to Summer, "How do you think he’s feeling right

now?"

At that moment, Summer knew why he winded down the window - he intended to let Dean see them

kissing.

She lifted her hands and wiped off the remaining blood on her lips. With her teeth gritted, she said

coldly, "You're mad!”