The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 61

Taking a glance at his wristwatch, faint brow furrows appeared on Mark's chiseled face. "Good

morning, give me five minutes,” he said, lifting his head.

Immediately right after, he strode to the bathroom.

Mark stepped out right on cue in about five minutes, dressing in a flawlessly tailored suit that

accentuated his build and poise. "Let's go."

Startled slightly, Summer asked, "Where to?"

"The results are ready today." Mark's voice deepened when he saw her looking at him in bewilderment.

Summer was surprised and thought, 'So soon?’ but it was good news as she could finally get to know

who was behind the setup.

As the black Land Rover drove to their destination, she gazed outside, feeling bored.

Suddenly, someone familiar by the road caught her eye. She furrowed her brows and asked, "Isn’t

that... your aunt?"

Without uttering a word, he shot a glance and narrowed his eyes. Then, the car pulled over at the side

of the road.

Raine was forced to halt in her tracks, seeing as her path was blocked off. Lifting her head, she smiled

and

greeted them gently, "Hello there, Summer, Mark.” Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Where are you heading to?"

"The municipal office, I need to get some documents."

"Then we’re headed in the same direction. Let's go together, aunty," Summer insisted as she opened

the car door.

Raine sat in the back seat, and the journey went on in silence as nobody spoke.

They passed by a cafe, and Summer asked to pull over since they did not have breakfast and she got

hungry.

With a smile, Mark invited Raine, "Surely you haven't eaten as well, let’s go together."

The cafe had a serene ambiance with relaxing music playing in the background. It felt cozy and

peaceful.

Summer had placed quite a few orders: orange juice, baguettes, salad, and a bowl of mashed

potatoes.

Meanwhile, Raine had gotten a cup of juice and a freshly baked bun.

Summer glanced over to Mark and saw him having his mushroom soup slowly with grace.

'Having such a big frame but only eating so little,' she thought to herself.

Furrowing her brows, she pushed her plate of baguettes to him. Before he could say anything, Raine

spoke up, "Mark usually has his baguettes with brie."

"Oh, then take this instead." Summer gave him her bowl of mashed potatoes.

"He only eats the ones mashed with red potatoes," Raine spoke up again.

"What about salad then? It's just mixed vegetables."

"He doesn't fancy baby carrots..."

Upon hearing so, Summer eyed Mark and raised her brows, saying, "How did you end up having such

a tall frame when you're so picky?”

Chuckling, Raine explained, "It's nothing unusual.

Everyone just has their own preferences."

Seemingly as if he was not the topic of the discussion, he took a quick glimpse at the food Summer

ordered and knocked on the table with his index finger curled. "Eat quickly," he prompted.

"Are we in a rush?"

"What makes you ask?" asked Mark with his eyebrow raised to Summer. Never once did he spare a

glance to Raine.

"Don't you know that it's rude to rush someone when they're eating?"

The corner of his lips twitched upwards, and with a hint of curiosity in his tone, he asked, "Oh? I didn't

know. Mind telling me who said so?"

Summer actually gave it a thought for a moment, but she couldn't come up with an answer.

Embarrassed, her cheeks reddened, and she cleared her throat with a light cough. Then, she quietly

finished up her breakfast without saying anything further.