The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 243

Nobody saw her nervousness for she had concealed them, but her hands were trembling.

Mark squinted his eyes and his pupils shrunk. He stared at her silently as if his looks were going to

tunnel through her.

At that moment, Raine straightened her back, brightened her face, and asked again, "Do you still want

me?"

"What do you mean?" he answered solemnly, oblivious that his heartbeat was calm, neither was it

rejoicing.

He didn’t give it much thought for she had provoked him on many occasions, but they were never

realized; besides, he had gotten used to her antics.

"I want to be with you, would you still take me?" this time, Raine was really pressing her luck.

To her, this was her chance regardless of what Yvette had in mind.

He didn't respond to her question but answered, "I'm curious to know what happened to you this time

that had brought you this change."

Raine became silent and spoke slowly after a long while.

"I know that what I did was unforgivable; three years ago, it was me who wanted to break up and leave,

and then appear before you again three years later; I had disturbed your life and was constantly

swayed. But I had my reasons and hardships for doing so. Can you forgive me?"

"Why should I forgive you?" he glanced at her casually.

"I love you!" she said it clearly with determination.

Mark’s eyes remained squinted, but there were noticeable movements. Due to the extremely deep

expression on his face, his thoughts were concealed, but his smirk carried a sense of insult.

"What trick are you trying to pull now? Are you like Cinderella, who will disappeared at midnight, huh?"

“So, you still refuse to trust me...” Baine smiled bitterly.

He calmly responded, "Tell me, what is trust?”

Just as Baine was about to reply, Mark's phone rang, and he answered the call; it was Summer.

She sounded urgent, "I left the coursework I prepared last night in the apartment, can you bring it for Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

me?"

As if he understood her anxiety, Mark frowned." Which part of the apartment did you leave it?”

"I left it on the dressing table last night, it should be there; please look around and bring it to me. I need

it urgently!"

As if he could imagine the worried and anxious look o

f Summer, he smirked and asked, "How about my reward?"

Summer was usually calm, steady, and not impulsive; but his response angered her. "Can you stop

adding to my trouble?"

Mark's darkened face came undone, and he replied solemnly, "—trouble?"

"I'm sorry, you're not adding to my trouble. I must have used the wrong words; Mr. Valentine is a kind

man. S o, can you bring me my coursework and leave the rest for later?"

Summer quickly amended her words after realizing something was wrong.