The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 193

Yvette slapped the newspaper onto the table.

A striking headline spread across the front page in red: 'Summer Hart Spends a Night with Her Lover.'

Candid photos of a tall man embracing Summer in his arms, with his black jacket on her, were under

the headline. The man was seen whispering into her ear, probably talking about some lovey-dovey

stuff. Their actions looked intimate.

A second photo showed Summer's hand was through the man's arm and her cheeks looked flushed.

She must be drunk, and they were hugging each other tightly and going inside a room.

As if on purpose, a photo of Mark was placed alongside these two photos to make a glaring, humiliating

contrast.

This undoubtedly aroused Yvette's anger. She was so furious that her face contorted.

"Where is my cell phone? Call Mark now!" She was in a rage. Something came to mind, and she

suddenly said, "Wait a minute. Wait for Mark to come back."

'This ill-bred woman has brought shame to the Valentine family!’

She picked up her handbag and said to a servant."

Inform the chauffeur to get the car ready. I am going somewhere."

Raine did not want to ask too much and put away the newspaper. "This could be just a

misunderstanding. Calm down, Yvette."

Yvette stormed out of the living room. No way she was going to listen.

At noon, Dean called Summer, saying that he wanted t o see her to talk about his nephew's studies. So

she readily agreed.

Dean was a nice guy who had helped her several times. So she found no reason to refuse.

The two met at the restaurant opposite the school. When Summer arrived, Dean and a boy, who was

about fifteen, were already waiting.

Dean patted the little boy on the shoulder. "This is

Mrs. Valentine."

"Mrs.? She looks too young to be married." The little boy was a bit mischievous. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Summer let out a smile. As she sat down opposite the two of them, a waitstaff brought the menu.

She left it to Dean to order food, but Dean insisted it should be 'lady first'. The waitstaff looked on and

waited. Things would go nowhere if this kept on, Summer thought.

So after asking Dean for their preferences, Summer ordered a grilled salmon with dill sauce for Dean, a

roast beef with vegetables for herself, and a chicken mushroom pie for the boy.

"He is in the second year of junior high school this year. He is an average student, so it could be

difficult for him to get into the First Santabaca High School. Knowing that I know you, his parents ask if

you can give their son some guidance. They are willing to pay whatever the market rate. One hour of

tuition a day is good enough."

Since Dean had asked, Summer could not refuse them. She let out a smile and said, "Okay. But you

don't have to pay me."

She just wanted to help as a friend.

"No, you deserve to get paid for the work. Please don't argue with me. Otherwise, I don't think I would

dare to ask you for favors in the future." Dean insisted.

Summer had no choice but to nod her head. "Please eat."

It looked like the boy loved the chicken mushroom pie a lot. He gobbled it up happily.

Dean let out a smile, having something to say, but for some reason, he did not say it.