The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 38

Hearing her reply, he clenched his fists, and his breathing quickened as his spilled out his rage. With

reddened eyes, he asked, "Why did you sleep with him?"

Her cheeks heated up from his question, "It was a mistake. Both of us drank at the wedding party, and

h e accidentally stumbled into my room. We were both drunk," she explained.

As it was getting later, it had gotten colder. Despite being out in the cold air for a short while, her

cheeks had gotten rosy, and she almost couldn’t feel her hands. Attempting to warm them up, she

rubbed them together.

Noticing her do so, he took off his gloves. He carefully put them on for her after pulling her hands over

to him, bottling up his pain and despair all the while.

Surprised, she wanted to pull away but they wouldn't budge as his grip was tight.

In the dark stood Mark, leaning against the bark of the tree. As he watched their interaction, his

bottomless looking eyes darkened further.

It didn't help that he could hear every word of their conversation clearly.

Looking at their seemingly intertwined hands, he

scoffed sarcastically.

Summer realised that the gloves he put on were the ones she knitted for him, 'He's been using it all this

while.’

As she had started to come to realization, she could feel something blossoming in her chest.

Still holding onto her hands, Jazz asked, "Was it my brother who proposed?’’

"Yes."

"Did he say why he wanted to marry you?"

"No, he didn't nor did I ask," she answered as she felt the increasing warmth from his palms despite

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Finally, he let go of her hands and looked in her eyes," Why did you agree then?"

"That's because I wanted the baby to have a complete family, to grow with both of his or her parents."

She was a bit frightened from how intensely he stared at her.

"You don’t love him, do you?" his stressed face softened, and he looked relieved as he continued to

ask.

Contemplating, her reply was vague, "Such feelings we share are complicated, and it isn’t our call to

decide on what happens next or in the future. But more importantly, you can't throw another tantrum

like this

again, Jazz. Remember, I'm only your tutor."

In the beginning, she thought he was just going through puberty and was just new to having relatively

close relationships with the opposite gender, such as herself. She had not expected for his little crush

to develop into what he had now.

'I was careless, I guess. I should've been more careful o f his feelings.’

He did not agree with her and refuted, "So what if you were my tutor?”

Upon hearing that they did not marry for love, he knew that their relationship wouldn't last. He believed

that once Raine comes back, everything would be different.

"Jazz, I’m four years older than you."

"I believe women age like fine wine and four years isn’t really that much older either."

Thinking of a response to shoot him down, she saw her breath as she puffed out, "If you wished, you

could get yourself the most expensive wine with the wealth you have. You don't need wine like me. I

am your brother's wife now, and you have to accept that."

Without saying anything else, he chuckled and embraced her while he gave a little peck on her

forehead.

He didn't think that she could stay as his brother's wife for long.

Stunned, she just remained in place. As she wanted to react and tell him off, he had already released

her. He turned facing the tree, "I know you're there. You can come out now, brother."

Only then did she realize that he had found out that she didn't came alone, 'maybe that's why he asked

those questions.’

As she thought of the answers she gave, she felt embarrassed and her cheeks flushed.

Patting off some snowflakes on his coat, Mark stepped out and walked towards them. His dark

coloured cashmere coat still had some snow residue on them but it did not hinder his poise and charm.

As his eyes landed on Summer, they turned as cold as the winter engulfing them. They looked dark

and had a flash of emotions she could not decipher.

Taking this opportunity, Jazz requested to talk to his brother alone.

Summer then, moved a few steps away to give them their space.

She stood aside. While she couldn't hear what they were saying, she watched the movements of their

lips as they talked.