The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 198

Mark forced his fist on the steering wheel and said in a deep, gloomy voice. "When will you be normal

again?"

"I am normal now," Summer said flatly.

Damn it! How he wished he could ravage her and rip that damn expression off her face.

He turned the steering wheel to the left and looked at her. "Let us talk tonight," he said, spelling out the

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Summer ignored him and looked out of the window listlessly. She did not think there was anything to

talk about between them.

Just then, a cell phone rang and Mark picked up his. It was Harry, his assistant. "Mr. Valentine, the

meeting started half an hour ago. When will you be back?"

"Halt the meeting for half an hour," he ordered in a deep voice, and then hung up.

Earlier, when the meeting first started, he saw his assistant hid a newspaper behind him, and the

principal of the school called at the same time. His secretary asked if he would like to answer it.

There was only one reason for the principal to call him, and that reason was Summer.

Fearing that something might happen to Summer, he answered the phone, not expecting that the

principal asked about Yvette.

He was puzzled, and then the principal explained that it was Yvette who called him in the afternoon,

saying that Summer was unwell and asked for a leave of absence.

Things became clear to him when he associated it with that newspaper.

He immediately left the meeting and drove back to the Valentine mansion.

"I can see that you are busy. Just drop me here. I can take a taxi." Summer's face looked indifferent as

she pointed out to the roadside.

Irritability consumed him again, and he glared at her." Shut up!"

"I said I can take a taxi here." She stood firm.

He was angry, his deep voice filled with warning signs as he glanced at her red lips. "If you say one

more word again, I will definitely silence you."

Summer could clearly read the warning sign. She said nothing again and looked out of the window.

Mark's lips were pressed into a straight line and his good-looking face was bitter until the car stopped.

Summer ignored his expression. She got out and walked into the school. From the corner of her eye,

she noticed the black car turning around and then disappeared from her sight in a flash.

She stood there for a while, her eyes looking emotional, before she walked again into the school.

During the class in the afternoon, she noticed that the seat in the last row by the windows was vacant.

That seat belonged to Jazz.

Thinking about what happened at noon, she could not help worrying about him.

The last two rows were usually vacant. But today, several female students, all unfamiliar faces, were

sitting there.

She frowned in suspicion. The principal never told her that there would be transfer students this

semester.

"You don’t seem to be a student in my class," she asked one of them.

"I am from Class Ten," the girl replied, blinking her eyes.