The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 126

Sitting down, he took a few sips of the fish soup and frowned. Compared with the fresh noodle soup,

the fish soup was obviously much richer in flavor.

Suddenly, Mark lost his appetite. He put his bowl on the table and got up and walked upstairs.

Looking at his back, Yvette asked in surprise, "Mark, you're not having dinner?"

"No, I still have some files to deal with..." He did not stop or look back. His straight figure soon

disappeared in the stairwell.

Raine noticed that his eyes never rested on her, not even for a moment.

Indescribable disappointment and bitterness gathered in her heart, and she lost her appetite. She ate

half a bowl of porridge, made some excuses and went upstairs.

Yvette watched quietly, and the corners of her mouth slightly turned upwards. An obvious smile

appeared o n her delicate and elegant face.

She didn't like Summer. A woman who trapped a man with a baby in her belly was never a good

woman.

But she still preferred Summer to Raine.

From the bottom of her heart, she hated Raine from head to toe. She found Raine disgusting!

She was self-righteous, she bit the hand that feeds her, ungrateful...

Ronald may have found her, but she was the one who took care of her and brought her up!

But she seduced Mark behind her back. What a shameless woman!

Yvette watched them grow up together. Instead of her sister-in-law, she was more like her own

daughter. Who can stand their daughter dating their son?

Wouldn’t Raine be ashamed?

At the dinner table, Mark just asked about Summer's whereabouts without even looking at Raine, which

was a good change of attitude.

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There was a stack of files brought back from the office and Mark was signing them, his long body NôvelDrama.Org © content.

reclining o n the sofa.

His breathing was the only sound repeating in the large room. And then there was the rustling of a pen

across the paper.

A moment later, he frowned slightly. He looked up from the paper and looked around the room, feeling

as if something was missing.

He had never felt the room so empty.

She would occasionally make a noise, like drinking water, turning pages, or walking.

Those noises indirectly filled the ear and made him feel... unusually comfortable...

His long fingers fell a little impatiently between his brows. He massaged it, then slapped the files shut

with his big hand, pushed it away and went to the bathroom.

He had not been himself this evening. He had been feeling a little fidgety...

On the other side.

The next day.

Summer got up very early. She woke up almost at 7 a m, and decided to go for a walk in the park near

the neighborhood.

But before she could leave the room, Amara came to her and said, "I'll join you."

"Do you know where I'm going?” Summer put on her hat and looked at her.

"Of course I do. Isn't it the park downstairs? I'm going, too. Now that I'm pregnant, I need to give my

baby some fresh air."