The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 6



Chapter 6

Summer sensed something was wrong and realized her blunder. Things were not what she thought.

Out of doubt and curiosity, she walked through the foyer quietly.

As soon as she stepped foot into the living room, a giant, wall-mounted LCD screen came into view.

She was blushing big time. She looked down, and only then she noticed the two guys on the sofa.

Jazz's eyes were glued to the TV while expressing his opinions. "Look at her boobs, Mark. I am dead

sure they are fake. She has really long legs, though."

Mark had apparently just come out of a shower. His hair was damp, and he was wearing casually, yet

still elegantly. He was looking at a stack of documents in front of him.

Just then, he sensed her stare. His hand holding a pen paused as he looked up and saw her.

He was not surprised nor felt embarrassed. He cocked an eyebrow and looked at her. "Hello, Miss

Hart."

Jazz, who was still staring at the TV when he heard Mark called out Summer's name, spontaneously

looked back.

He blushed and cursed in his mind. Jumping up from the sofa, he scrambled to stand in front of the TV.

When he found it was impossible to block it off, he ran up to Summer and covered her eyes with his

hands instead.

He then looked at his elder brother and yelled in embarrassment. "Switch it off quickly!"

Mark was totally composed in contrast. He leaned over, reaching over the granite coffee table for the

remote controller. He pressed the Off button, and the T V screen went black. As silence returned, Jazz

hemmed twice, only then let off his hand. "I'm going to make some coffee."

He disappeared from sight before Summer could say anything.

She was on the point of saying something when she bit her tongue. Sitting down on the sofa, she

started to look around.

The house was spacious and looked expensive. It had a two-tone design, which was black and white.

She was surprised to discover that she could see the ocean from where she was sitting.

While she was still in awe, Mark’s voice came to her ears. "How did you find us here, Miss Hart?"

"It is in Jazz's personal details," she answered.

Mark narrowed his eyes and shot a questioning look a t Jazz, who was coming back out with coffee.

Jazz's heart missed a beat. His elder brother must have found out that he used his address instead of

his

home’s.

Summer did not drink the coffee but just looked at Jazz. "The final exam will be in two days. What are

you going to do?”

"I still have stuff to do. I don't have time to go to school,” Jazz said, as if it was a matter of course, just

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"Jazz Valentine!” Summer was annoyed. She spelled out his name.

“I am not going to take the final exam if you don't agree to be my tutor. You know that I always mean

what I say."

Summer had been teaching him for a year. Of course, she knew him well. That fact that she had come

today meant that she had compromised.

"Let’s talk about what you did just now, shall we?" She changed the subject. "Since you are a twenty-

year-old adult, I don't mean to stop you from watching those stuff. But you have got to have the right

thinking."

She had never discussed such a topic with any male. A s best as she could pretend to be calm, she

still blushed from talking about the topic.

Jazz was no more embarrassed. He now nodded with a smile.

Mark was reading his office documents when he overheard their conversation. His lips curled up in a

smirk when he took a glimpse at her, seeing her futile attempt to cover up her blushed face with a

serious expression.

'Does she really think that kid know nothing about adult stuff?'

"And you, Mr. Valentine,” Summer suddenly looked over at him, "how could you abet him as his

guardian?"

Now he was to blame.

Mark looked up, narrowed his eyes as he leaned back o n the sofa leisurely. "Didn't you say you would

not stop him from watching, just that he needed to have the right thinking? I have no reason to stop

him, do I?"

She could not find the word to respond. So she took a deep breath to suppress her anger. "You should

teach him with the right thinking, shouldn't you?"

She was not a hotheaded person by any measure, yet h e could always find a way to arouse her anger.

He massaged his forehead with his slender fingers while watching her. He then frowned with a serious

expression. "What is the right thinking?"

He was getting on her nerves. She gritted her teeth, her chest heaving with anger, so much so that blue

veins popped up on her skin. "Mr. Valentine!"

He was simply chopping logic and could not be reasoned with.

Mark raised his eyebrows again. The heat was going u p a notch. Her blushed face was set off by her

pale yellow down jacket, making her skin look creamy,

lustrous, and moist.

When what happened that night came to mind, Summer's eyes darkened in an instant.

Was he not worried about setting a terrible example for Jazz?

"Is that how you should be as an adult, Mr. Valentine?" Summer gritted her teeth again.

In her eyes, he never understood what she said. Not only that, he even twisted her words, which really

made her hackles rise.

"You are no better, Miss Hart. Hasn't anyone told you that you should ring the doorbell before entering

someone else's house?" Mark hit back with a sneer.

"You-" Summer could not find a word to respond. Her hands were clenched into fists as she glared at

him.

He looked at her, his manner still elegant as he signed the documents in front of him.

The atmosphere tensed up instantly. Meanwhile, Jazz, who was standing by, seemed to have been

forgotten.


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