The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 131

He was stunned, and so did Summer. Her head turned to the left.

She saw Mark standing on her left. His deep dark eyes stared at her, gloomy and cold.

With a slight shiver, she stepped back a few steps to put distance between herself and Dean.

Dean stepped back as well, looking confused and disgusted for kissing the back of a man's hand. But

who was this man?

"Who is this?" Dean asked.

"A friend." Summer said nonchalantly. She didn’t even look at him.

The storm gathered in Mark's eyes. His big hand pushed her shoulder into his arm, his eyes glared

sharply at Dean and said with his voice deep, "I'm her husband..."

Dean froze in place. His mind went blank. Was... Was... Was she married?

The rest of them were also surprised. Their eyes involuntarily turned to the man.

The man standing there was handsome and tall, looking noble and elegant, instantly captured the

heart of the women there.

Kayla's head came closer and asked, "Is that your friend or your husband?"

"My friend!"

Summer answered quickly and firmly, and at the same time, struggled to free herself from his arm and Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

stood behind Dean, putting some distance between them.

Mark’s eyes were getting more and more threatening. He narrowed his eyes and fixed them on

Summer. He made no attempt to explain further but there was a dangerous storm in his eyes.

"Oh, a friend. What's your name?"

"Mark Valentine." As he spoke, his eyes fixated on Summer as if he wanted to see through her mind.

Kayla smiled, approached and stretched out her hand. "May I shake your hand, Mr. Valentine?"

"Of course.”

Seeing this, the rest of the women also got up, couldn't wait to shake Mark's hands.

Mark was elegant and gentlemanly. He held out his hand to each of the women and shook hands with

them.

Summer just ignored it and talked to Dean standing beside her.

The corner of Mark's eye caught the two were talking.

The lines on his face stiffened, sending out a chill vibe.

"Since Mr. Valentine is Summer's friend, he’s our friend, too. Would you like to join us for a drink?"

Kayla invited warmly.

Mark stared at Summer keenly. He raised an eyebrow, moved his thin lips, and said, "All right.”

Seeing this, Summer frowned unhappily and glared at him. As the CEO of Valentine Group, was there

nothing better to do?

When he noticed the subtle change in her look, the boredom and irritability that he had been building

up for days dissipated in an instant. He no longer felt irritable, instead, he felt relaxed and even a little

happy.

"Come on, pour the wine. Let’s have a toast!”

Everyone stood up with a glass in their hand, drank it up and then sat down.

Summer had Mark on her left, Kayla on her right, and Dean next to Kayla.