The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 199

Summer was even more puzzled. "Since you are from Class Ten, why not go back to your class?"

A boy sitting in the front row put his hand to his forehead in an I-can’t-even fashion. "Ms. Hart, they are

all here to see Jazz."

Hearing that, the female students sitting in the back rows nodded and became even more excited.

"Why hasn’t Jazz come to class yet, Ms. Hart?"

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"Will he come this afternoon?"

The girls were all scrambling to ask questions, as if Jazz was a celebrity and they were his diehard fan.

Summer was bemused, knocking the blackboard eraser on the podium, and then said in a clear and

loud voice, "This is a school, not a fan meeting. All go back to your class."

But those female students still refused to give up and continued to ask, "Will Jazz come to school this

afternoon?"

"Do you want the principal to 'invite' you all back personally?" These were truly diehard fangirls.

Upon hearing this, those girls got up from their seats reluctantly, and they all asked in all seriousness,

"Can we transfer to your class, Ms. Hart?”

After the afternoon class, she was prepping for the next day's lessons in the office. She did not have a

self -study session in the evening, so she could leave at 6:3 0 pm.

Because she had promised Dean yesterday that she would give tuition to his nephew, she called Dean

after work.

Twenty minutes later, Dean arrived in his black Hyundai at the school gate. Today was the first lesson,

and Summer needed Dean to bring her there because she did not know the place.

The boy's parents were hospitable. They served fruits and dinner.

Their hospitality overwhelmed Summer. She ate a little before she went to the boy’s study room and

started giving tuition.

The boy was smart, energetic, and active as much as h e was a troublemaker. But overall, he was well-

behaved.

Summer tutored him for over an hour, assessing his math and French proficiency.

After the tutoring was over, it was eight-something. She walked out of the study room and saw Dean

still sitting in the living room.

Seeing her coming out, Dean got to his feet with a smile. "Going home now?”

"You haven't left yet?" She checked the time.

"I am thinking of giving you a ride on my way home. Besides, I haven’t chatted with them for a long

time."

After having a few words with the boy’s parents, the two left together.

Outside the apartment. Inside a black Land Rover.

Mark was leaning in the seat, holding a lit cigarette between his fingers with the flames flickering in the

dark.

He looked down at his watch. It was 9:00 pm, but she had not yet returned.

He did not have the key to the room, so all he could do was to wait outside.

Just then, he heard a couple of knocks on the window. He frowned and opened the window with his left

hand, then Raine came into view.

"What are you doing here?” Mark stubbed out the cigarette, sat upright, and looked at her.