The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 122

"In the future, if you have not decided who you love, do not simply arouse my anger. Do you

understand? Let's return to Valentine mansion!”

Still unable to remain calm, Raine answered, “But I still have to go-”

Before she could finish saying, Mark cut her off coldly. "Where is a lady trying to go at 2:00 am? Get in Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

the car!"

As they rode on the black Land Rover, they did not speak to each other. There was only a dead

atmosphere of awkwardness.

Raine looked out the window. She still held on to the lilies he had gifted her. It was a bouquet that she

would cherish.

As she recalled her brother's words, and when she had witnessed the closeness between Mark and

Summer, she was deeply irritated, and her feelings wavered.

But whenever she met Yvette, her wavered feelings would come undone.

Undeniably, she was somewhat afraid of Yvette.

Sadly, she had thus been trapped in her emotional turmoil.

Seeing how close Mark was with Summer, she

desperately wanted to hug him.

But she regretted it whenever she saw Yvette.

Forward, backward, forward, backward. It was two simple directions, yet it was so difficult to make a

choice...

Two beams of light shone brightly through the large window; they were very glaring.

She took her eyes off it for a moment, then peeped through the blinds.

He was clearly seen getting down from the car and walking forward without looking back.

Baine walked behind him. She held a bouquet of lilies; it was the same bouquet she saw.

Summer felt slightly hurt but took a deep breath and retreated to the sofa.

A moment later, the door opened. Mark entered the room; his face looked slightly downcast.

He wore a black coat; his well-built and stout stature had all the qualities of a man that a woman could

dream of.

She acted as if she knew nothing and asked, "Mr. Valentine, why are you home late?"

Mark lifted his eye slightly toward her and frowned. " You're not yet asleep?"

"I just arrived home. I was with Jazz at the Opera. It had just ended not long ago."

She glanced at his handsome face as she was answering, trying to look for some clue but found

nothing.

His downcast look had only a calm expression. Like a vast whirlpool, It was simply impossible to make

something out of it.

"In the future, you shall not return later than 10:00 pm. Besides, if you have the free time to watch a

concert with Jazz, it's better to help him with his studies at home."

His deep tone spelled his displeasure, and his frowning further emphasized it.

While saying this, he took off his coat and placed it aside.

Summer smiled, "It's already 2:00 am. Where could have Mr. Valentine been that he's returned so

late?"