The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 201

No matter how unhappy and resentful Summer was toward Raine, she kept it polite when talking to

her." Thank you, Aunt. But I don't need it.”

Likewise, Raine was resentful of Summer, but her expression remained the same, except for the

slightly more serious tone of voice when she spoke.

"Well then, you had better remember to keep a distance from those men around you."

Summer was pissed by what Rained said, but she fought back her anger. "I know. I will keep that in

mind."

Raine furrowed her brows upon hearing Summer's reply. "Since you know, why did you still do that?"

She looked at Raine puzzledly. "Can you please be more specific about what I have done?"

"The newspaper headlines have caused a squabble in the Valentine mansion. Shouldn't you keep your

distance and control your own behavior?" Raine's voice slightly deepened as she was displeased with

Summer’s behavior.

Because of the headline news in the newspaper, the relationship between Yvette and Jazz had gone

sour, and there had been a rift between Yvette and Mark,

too. A gloomy atmosphere was engulfing the Valentine mansion.

Should Summer feel guilty and keep her distance from that man?

It was already so late, but she still asked the man to send her home and came outside the apartment. If

they were photographed by the media again, there would be another round of hoo-ha.

The incident had damaged the image of Mark and of the Valentine family in Santabaca.

"I am really curious to know where Aunt stands when you tell me this." Summer looked at Raine with a

faint smile, her words reeking of cynicism as she pointed out Raine's hypocrisy.

Raine's expression changed slightly, her body stiffening upon hearing that. She knew Summer was

insinuating.

"Besides, even if I sleep with other men, my husband won't bat an eyelid. So why bother, Aunt?"

Summer looked indifferent. NôvelDrama.Org content.

Mark's face sank. He looked at Summer with piercing eyes, his contracted pupils searching for

something inside her.

His expression was so grim, as if he wanted to eat her alive. Waves of anger started to swallow him.

‘How dare she say that!'

Summer was not intimidated. She looked him in the eyes, unflinching.

Her eyes were cold, clear like spring water that flowed in a stream.

But it was precisely because of this clarity and coldness that Mark got even angrier. A burning flame o f

anger almost consumed him.

Meanwhile, Baine did not expect that Summer would b e so unchaste. Her impression of Summer all

this while was cold, sensible, and eloquent as a teacher.

But she did not expect that Summer had such a licentious side.

It was as if Summer had many faces-those that she could and could not imagine. She seemed like a

complex of contradictions.

The thought of Mark being attracted by Summer terrified Baine.

Slowly, Baine clenched her hands, her long and sharp nails sinking into the soft skin of her palms. She

could feel the pain.

The confrontation between the two flustered her, and the fluster came from within her.

The faces and expressions of the two of them deepened, as if a bottomless whirlpool. She could not

see clearly nor understand anything.