The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 82

The old lady muttered softly to Mark. Her judgment had never been wrong. Summer marrying into their

family was an honor to Mark. He was a lucky man to have her as his wife.

However, she was still uncertain about the actual reason behind Mark marrying Summer.

She was worried that Summer would be hurt, that is, if Mark still had lingering feelings for Raine...

"What about Raine? Be honest with yourself. Have you forgotten about her completely, or do you still

have a special place for her in your heart?"

Mark gulped, his face turned solemn. But his smile did not fade. He stretched lazily and answered,

"Look, it's already ten o'clock. You should go to bed, Ms.

Moore."

"Are you avoiding my question on purpose, or are you genuinely worried about my health? What would

you d o if Raine ever came back into your life?"

"There really is no need to answer such hypothetical questions..." He smiled mischievously and added,

"She is already back."

Bewildered, the old lady frowned upon hearing what h e just said, "She's back from Athana?"

Looking directly into her eyes, Mark answered with an affirmative "Yes.”

"Where is she now?"

"Gruden North. She is currently working as my dad's assistant secretary. Can we drop this

conversation here? I am feeling a little tired. Good night, Ms. Moore, sleep well..."

Ms. Moore was still processing what Mark said as she was struck by his words—Raine actually went to Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Gruden North to be Ronald's assistant secretary again. But when she recollected herself, Mark was

already at the end of the stairs.

She let out a long sigh unconsciously, 'What is Mark even thinking?’

She was just worried, very worried..

‘But still, times have changed. It's just how the youngsters handle their relationships. Even if I had the

answers to my questions, what difference could I make?

’At the end of the day, it's best just to let nature take its course.'

However, if she had to choose between Raine and Summer, she still leaned towards Summer.

Raine practically grew up before her eyes; she had a decent personality as well. But something about

her and Mark just felt off...

At this point in her life, Ms. Moore was old, but her worries seemed to increase along with her age.

Now, she was even meddling with her grandson's relationship.

She smiled to herself and walked away with her cat in her arms, "Let's go to bed, Deedee.”

The next day.

The weather went crazy. The snow was a lot worse compared to the past few days.

Just a few days ago, the ground was covered with nothing but a thin layer of snow, whereas now, the

snow on the ground was so thick that it left a deep footprint after being stepped on.

Summer was never good with the cold; her limbs froze whenever winter visited. No matter how hard

she tried to keep herself warm, she would still freeze as hard as a rock.

This was the reason her father always teased her about her being a cold-blooded animal, just like a

snake.

Feeling the biting cold, she put on the thickest down coat that she could find, along with a knitted

beanie and a pair of thick gloves.

Mark glanced over at her, who at the moment was wrapped with layers of thick clothing. His gaze

lowered and landed on the gloves she was putting on,"

It looks familiar..." "What looks familiar?" Summer asked with her head tilted, busy fixing her beanie.

He lifted his eyebrow and laid his eyes on the gloves she was wearing.

Following Mark's gaze, Summer waved her hands and said, "This was my gift to Jazz, but on that night

—"

Her words were already at the tip of her tongue before she was reminded of the incident that happened

that night. She immediately cut herself off and changed the subject and asked, "Are we leaving?"

His eyes turned cold, and without speaking, he turned around and walked away.

Summer picked up her pace behind him. Mark's strides were so wide that she was actually having a

hard time catching up. It was apparent that he was not considerate of her and had no intentions of

slowing down.

Previously, she was told only to visit Harwood Citadel during the summer or the winter.

The reason was that summer was the only season when the impatiens flowers bloomed. The impatiens

bloomed throughout summer, covering so much land that the scenery looked like they were connected

to the sky. The stark yet soothing contrast of the pink flower bed and the emerald green petals was

breathtakingly pleasing to the eye, making Harwood Citadel ever so exquisite.

As for winter, everything in Harwood Citadel would be covered in thick white snow. The slow fall of

delicate snowflakes onto the lake brought an ethereal glow to the place, showing a different side of

beauty with serenity.