The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 84

'What was that brand anyway? The price is absurd!'

However, she still went for it and picked a yellow soft-patterned scarf eventually.

She glanced over to the men's section, and something caught her attention. It was a blouse with a

band collar, simple yet elegant.

Tempted, she pulled Mark towards it and got the sales assistant to get him the right size for him to try.

He gave it a quick glance before looking at her. Mark lifted his eyebrows and strutted towards the fitting

room.

This proved that she has good taste. The light blue blouse complimented him well; it made Mark

appear even more charming and entrancing, the band collar further highlighted his graceful elegancy.

He already had a good figure; his muscular chest lifted the shirt entirely, showing the well-defined

edges and corners. He looked as if he was a professional model o n a walkway.

The sales assistant's eyes were glued to his body. Nothing seemed to be able to divert her attention.

"We shall get this, pack it up, please," Summer bumped the sales assistant's shoulders gently, 'Does

she have to stare so obsessively?’

Upon paying, Summer froze in place, gulping as she saw the bill.

'$6,000 for two down jackets and a scarf, while his shirt costs $4,000!’

Mark crossed his arms and squinted. With a cheeky smile, he watched her calmly and proceeded to

urge her, "Are you going to pay?"

U H

Did she even have a choice?

Gnashing her teeth, she whipped out a credit card from her purse and passed it to the cashier, “Swipe

it."

Smiling, the cashier extended her arm. Suddenly, Mark leaned forward and passed her an American

Express card, "Swipe this."

"Alright, sir."

Before Summer could even come to her senses, Mark had already signed the papers and handed her

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"What's going on?" She was confused and lost.

"Just use this when you shop next time..." he said in his deep voice before grabbing the shopping bag.

Summer was puzzled, "But why would I shop with your card?"

Mark squinted as he looked at her, "What do you think,

Mrs. Valentine..."

His deep voice lingered on the last two words, emphasizing them to make sure that she heard him

clearly.

Summer snorted and chuckled, locking eyes with him, "It seems that being Mrs. Valentine might not be

entirely bad after all."

"..." his expression softened, and his eyes lit up, though his face was still emotionless.

The car was running in the night sky. Summer checked the time, and unbeknown to her, it was already

half-past ten.

Without realizing it, time passed fast today.

Suddenly, his ringtone alerted. With one hand on the steering wheel, Mark answered the phone,

"Hello..."

His expression shifted instantly; he even looked furious. He clenched the steering wheel so tight that

his veins were showing, "Are you sure? Okay, understood..." Summer had no idea what the person

said to him from the other end of the phone that irked him this much.

She was shocked by his sudden expression change as she had never seen this side of him before-

troubled, grim, gloomy, and cold.

Her heart tightened as she asked anxiously, "What happened?"

Mark did not respond. He held both his hands tightly o n the steering wheel as he jammed on the

brakes. Coldly, he said to her, "Get down and take a cab back t o the villa!"

"What about you?" she asked. He did not look good, and she was worried that something had gone

wrong.

"I am going to Grudin North, then back to 3antabaca. Book yourself a plane ticket if you don’t want to

stay i n Norwood anymore."

"Okay, I know what to do."