The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 83

Walking down the meandered corridor, Summer noticed that the Barren Lake was frozen. In other

words, they could not go on a boat ride.

It was a little disappointing at first, but the appealing scenery compensated for everything.

The historical Covenwood Bridge and Waygough Pinnacle appeared extra fascinating under the thick

blanket of snow.

The scenery was so enjoyable that she did not feel tired even after walking for miles. The only thing

that was bothering her was the man in front of her. Never did the man check on her or turn to look at

her. He maintained a constant distance between them.

Summer thrust forward to catch up with him. Her breath came in short gasps. She stretched out her

hand to grab him and said, "Hey, you could be a little more considerate towards a pregnant woman and This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

slow down, you know."

A cold breeze brushed against them. Mark looked down at her freezing hand and tightened his brows.

"Are you shocked? My hands and legs freeze during winter every year,” she said with a faint smile on

her face.

"Where are your gloves?”

She patted the back of her head, just remembering about the gloves, and said, "How forgetful of me. I

left them back at the wishing well."

Mark squinted, “Did you leave your brain at home?"

"No, but it is not unusual for people to lose their belongings. Besides, you are partially responsible for

this, since you like to walk fast. I only left it behind because I was too busy trying to catch up with you!"

Her anger showed itself through her tone. Furiously, she pulled her hand back but was instantly

stopped b y Mark, who held it firmly in his big warm hand.

Shocked, she froze as still as a rock.

But Mark was unbothered, shoving her hands into the pocket of his coat.

There really was a distinctive difference between the temperature of a man and a woman. Summer

was stone cold, while Mark was as warm as a morning sun.

Her hand definitely felt warm in his pockets. But as she was staring at his masculine hand, she

unconsciously blurted, "Your hands are warmer than the pocket."

Mark froze before turning towards her slowly, his eyes fixated on her.

Feeling uncomfortable, she chuckled awkwardly and flicked her nose, "Forget about it."

"Dramatic...”

He muttered before putting his hand into the pocket and wrapped his fingers around her hand. A soft

smile stretched across his face.

The pair were walking side by side, but Summer had lost interest in the view. Her heart was pounding

on her chest; her cheeks were flushed; her whole body started to feel warmer every second.

"Haaah..." she exhaled deeply. Her racing heart could not slow down no matter how hard she tried.

How nice it would be if they could stroll around like this for the whole day.

For the remaining time that they spent in Harwood Citadel, her hands never felt cold again. His hands

were as warm as a fireplace, so warm that it even kept her cheeks warm.

As they passed New Haven Plaza, Summer pulled the car over to buy her parents some souvenirs.

They never allowed her to buy them any branded down jacket, always complaining that it was

overpriced.

As winter was coming to an end, the mall started to sell spring wear. Most of the branded down jackets

were already on sale.

There were a lot of varieties and colors to choose from as well. She was torn between the choices for

quite some time before settling with a navy and a burgundy

one.

Suddenly, Yvette crossed her mind. She stopped and turned to the man behind her, "What does mom

like?”

She had always felt uncomfortable around Yvette. There was always an indescribable awkwardness

between them.

Mark scanned the mall and answered nonchalantly," Just get her any scarf..."

Any...

Could "any" ever satisfy her?

Yvette had such high standards and taste. Summer was not foolish enough to just pick 'any' scarf. She

knew that she must pick cautiously if she wanted her effort to be acknowledged.

'How could a simple scarf like this cost $2,000!’

Summer's eye twitched. She herself could knit such a scarf. Besides, even if she used the finest yarn

she could find, it would barely cost her $100.