The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 36

Taking in the changes of their expressions, Summer knew that the good impression she had left on

Gordon had faded away by now.

She sighed to herself, 'Surely they would make it difficult for me now.’

Suddenly, another hoarse voice rang, "Was everything I heard true?"

Walking towards Summer, Jazz looked at her fiercely with his fists clenched. As she turned to face him,

he angrily spitted out his question, "Miss Hart, are all of the things my brother said true?”

Gritting her teeth, "Jazz...," she mumbled.

"Miss Hart, have you really gotten married to him?" he yelled at her. Filled with anger, his eyes had

gotten redder by the minute.

Mark took a step forward and shielded Summer behind him. He narrowed his eyes, and in a deepened

tone, he asked his brother, "Is this how you should talk to your sister-in-law?"

"Sister-in-law? Hah!"

Snickering sarcastically, Jazz turned on his heel and ran out, leaving the living room.

Exasperated, she called out to him, "Jazz, get back here!"

Turning a deaf ear to his mother, he left without looking back.

Summer mumbled his name under her breath. She felt tempted to chase after him.

As she took her first step towards his direction, Mark kept a hold of her and pulled her back. His eyes

darkened. While looking at where his brother left, he said "He's not a child anymore, you don't have to

worry.”

Feeling uneasy and unconvinced, she mumbled, "But..."

He leaned slightly against her and folded his arms. " Tell me, what were you going to tell him if you had

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She could not come up with a reply. She knew that this was reality, and there was nothing else she

could say to comfort him.

Eyes filled with disgust and displeasure; Gordon gave her a cold-eyed stare before turning to leave.

Feeling irritated as well, Yvette followed suit.

Since there was nothing else she could do with the current situation, she turned on her heel wanting to

get away from the awkward tension.

Taking her slender figure in, he raised his brows and asked, "Feeling irritated?"

"No, I had already expected this to happen," she replied with her back facing him.

"It's good that you know your place then." 1

"I'm a cautious person after all," she rasped.

When they arrived home, it was already 10 p.m., and before they could even take a breather, the

phone rang.

Mark picked it up and upon receiving the call, his chiselled face darkened. Replying with a few hums,

he picked up his cashmere coat and prepared to leave once again.

"Who called? What's the matter?" puzzled, Summer asked.

"Jazz is missing. I’m going to look for him."

"I'm coming with you!" she replied hurriedly.

Heading straight to the door, he put on his coat without saying anything to refute nor support her to g o

along.

Taking his silence as a yes, she chased up to him after rushing to her room and retrieving her bag.

It snowed heavier that day than usual, as if to compensate for the days that didn't.

As it had gotten really late and the temperature had gotten lower from all the snow that was falling, cars

much less than people were seen on the road.

Looking out the window, she worriedly asked, "Where

do we start looking?"

"If he intended to hide, he definitely wouldn’t go to the places we know of," he replied lightly.