The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 67

Since she was fully awake and had felt bored lying on the bed, she got dressed and decided to go for a

walk beside the garden of the Valentine mansion.

The snow had stopped after snowing for the whole night before. The air was cold, but it felt refreshing.

Taking a deep breath, she felt nice as the fresh air entered her lungs.

Feeling as if all her frustrations are floating away, she thought, 'Let all those bad memories of what

happened float away and be forgotten.'

However, before she could even take a few more steps, her phone rang, and she answered, "Hello?

Why are you calling so early, mom?"

Daisy sounded exhausted as she said, "Amara kept bugging me to call and remind you about the

invitations to the banquet. She's worried you might forget."

"Mom, can you stop her from annoying me?" Summer replied as she took a seat on a bench. Her jolly

mood was instantly ruined.

"Just get her some, and I'm sure she’ll quit bugging you. Plus, the banquet ends quite early, so she

wouldn't be able to cause any troubles."

"Fine, I got it. I'll give you a call later.”

After strolling along the garden for quite some time, she glumly headed back. She noticed a familiar

vehicle-a black Land Rover-starting up.

Mark watched her as she walked towards him. He passed her a down jacket as he threw it to her, "Get

in.”

"Where are we going?"

"To try on some evening dresses for the banquet.”

After driving for some time, the car finally pulled over outside a boutique, and in they went.

The dresses looked extravagant. Never had she thought she would have the chance to put them on.

The store assistant gave a warm smile when she noticed Mark. Walking towards them, she asked in a

friendly tone, "Hello, Mr. Valentine. Are you here for a n evening dress?"

"Mhmm,” he answered simply. His lean arms came into view as he browsed and flipped through the

dresses. He then picked out a few that caught his eye.

Summer remained silent as she stood aside quietly and watched him browse through the store.

She felt her heart race, and her cheeks reddened as she watched him pick out dresses for her. 'He

looks really attractive with that serious look in his eyes,' she admitted to herself.

After staring for a while, she purposefully called out,"

Mark." "Yes?" he responded as he eyed her.

"It’s just you look so accustomed to browsing through dresses, so it made me wonder if you're a regular

to shops like these and choosing dresses for your female plus-ones?" Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Ignoring her, he lifted his head and passed the dresses to the shop assistant. With his eyes squinting

slightly, he requested, "Let her try these on, please."

"Of course, Mr. Valentine."

He sank into the couch as he half-heartedly flipped through the magazine, scanning through it. As he

remembered what had transpired in the kitchen the night before, he pursed his lips.

Fishing out his phone, he dialed a number. When the call went through, he asked, "Has she left?"

"Yes, Ms. Valentine has left to Grudin North at six o'clock in the morning.”

"Grudin North?"

"Yes, sir. She had voluntarily requested to transfer there, and she would be working as the assistant

secretary of the governor, which means she would be your father, Mr. Valentine’s assistant secretary."

His veins were popping out as he gripped his phone tightly. The corners of his lips curled into a cold

and bitter smirk.

'It's been three years, but she’s still the same.’

His thoughts continued ranting on, 'As soon as I tell her to disappear and never appear in my sight, she

would just immediately pack her bags and leave our home at daybreak.'

'Just how compliant is she?'

Mark decided to let her be as he thought, 'Since she sees me as a scary beast she needs to hide from,

I won't stop her. Why should I? If she wants to run and hide, hide all she wants.'

As if on cue, footsteps echoed through the hallway, and Mark had plastered his usual expression back

on. Acting as if nothing happened, he lifted his head.