The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 246

It did not look old-fashioned. In fact, it added a certain sense of uniqueness and elegance to her look.

The vintage dress was gifted to her by Mark three years ago. There was no denying that she wore it

intentionally that night.

Mark glanced over to her dress, as his eyes narrowed ever so slightly as if it reminded him of

something.

Yvette praised her, "The dress looks so pretty on you, you look dreamy and it doesn't even look out of

style a t all! When are you getting one for me?"

"It’s my pleasure. If you like it, I’ll get you one when I visit Mowo again," Raine nodded while smiling.

"Let's go, it's getting late and I'm getting kind of hungry. I’m craving for some red wine too..." Yvette said

happily.

Three of them marched forward with Mark in front, followed by Yvette and Raine, holding on to Yvette's

arm.

Yvette picked the most well-known french restaurant i n Santanbaca. To be honest, she couldn’t recall

when was the last time she had Foie Gras. She was really craving that dish.

They were greeted by a waiter right away, ushered, Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

and helped them to their seat.

Mark did not look at the menu, so the waiter passed it over to Yvette to let her pick the dishes.

Raine kept her silence all this while. Nobody could figure out what was in her mind. However, her eyes

would land on the man sitting across the table every once in a while.

As for Yvette, she ordered a bottle of wine and some French dishes.

Perhaps the restaurant was a little overcrowded that night, they waited for quite some time, but their

food was yet to arrive.

But Yvette was not in a hurry, and Raine was looking calm as well.

Contrastingly, it was Mark who looked like he was in a rush. He couldn’t keep his eyes off his wrist,

checking the time.

His actions did not escape Yvette’s eyes as she asked suspiciously, "Mark, are you in a rush?"

"No..." he answered flatly.

"Good," Yvette smiled.

After a long time of waiting, their food was finally served. Mark's bony hand reached over to the wine

bottle and poured himself a glass of red wine. He swirled the wine gently in his hand, looking a little

restless.

He took a sip of his wine as he took a look at his watch again - it was 8 o'clock.

On a normal day, he would already be back in the apartment at this hour. And Summer would already b

e done preparing their dinner, getting ready to dine.

But now, his food had just been served, so it was going to take a while for him to be done.

He had the wine glass in his right hand, and with his free hand, he reached into his trouser pocket and

pulled out his phone. He leaned lazily on the chair as h e ran his fingers on the screen, sending a text

message.

'There is a dinner I need to attend tonight. I'll be late, don't wait for me.'

Summer's phone rang as she took it out and saw the text message from him.

Her brows arched, and the corners of her lips curved into a smile. She replied to his message with an

'OK' before putting her phone back in her bag. She then packed up her things and left the office.

She had an extra class this evening, which was why she went back a little later.

As she was stretching her hand out to stop a cab outside of the school, a silver car stopped in front of

her. Inside was a man with a pretty face, "Summer." Surprised, Summer looked over, and it was Dale

Philip.