The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 120

He stood facing her, bent over slightly, and helped her put on her hat and gloves. He was afraid of her

feeling cold.

When they arrived back at Valentine mansion, it was already 12:00 am. Surprisingly, Yvette was still

awake.

She frowned as they entered the mansion. Displeased, she questioned, "Why are you home so late?

Where have you been?"

Before Summer could reply, Jazz answered, "Mom, Summer was helping me with my French."

Yvette was left speechless. Nevertheless, she uttered," Next time, tutoring can happen at Valentine

mansion. Besides, no more staying out later than 10:00 pm."

"Mom, aren’t you too strict? We're not kids anymore, is curfew still necessary?" Jazz responded

casually.

Yvette tapped on his shoulders. She chuckled, "Strict? It's a rule."

Fortunately, she said no more but went to the bathroom. Summer quickly slipped upstairs at the

opportunity.

After she had bathed, applied mask, washed her face, and completely washed up, it was almost 1:00

am.

Still, he wasn't home...

Unable to contain her curiosity, Summer didn't sleep but sat by the window and waited patiently...

She wanted to know when he was going to return...

Moreover, about the relationship he was having with Raine...

In a private box at Santabaca Opera

Raine and Mark had not changed their positions. She was still seated while Mark was reclining on the

other end of the sofa.

However, Raine had a faint smile over her beautiful face, indicating a hidden agenda.

She was spot on. He had not disappointed her.

Today is December 25, her birthday. It was an opportune time to send him the invitation, and she hadn't

missed it.

As expected, he had shown up.

"Where are your friends?" Asked Mark without showing any expression over his handsome

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"We had a party at the hotel; they had all left. You’re the last to arrive."

She uttered it slowly. In fact, she had only invited him.

Hearing that, he raised a brow, looked at the time and replied, "It's late. The present is here, and I got

to go."

"Why are you in a hurry?" Raine stared at him. She realized he had become more difficult to

understand.

"What's the meaning of this? How I spend my time is my freedom, isn’t it?"

Mark looked at her sternly as he questioned her. It carried an inexplicable meaning.

Raine was speechless. He was right. The present was there. He did not miss the party; as to what else

he wanted to do, it was his freedom, and she had no right to interfere.

However, this wasn’t how he used to treat her.

The lights went dim, yet it revealed her bitter smile. She answered lightly, "Okay, you go ahead. I’ll stay

on a little longer."

Raine turned toward the stage, her back facing him, and sat there quietly, without any movement.

As he walked away, her eyes began to water. Her nose became uneasy, yet she remained still.

All of a sudden, she felt pain in her shoulders. Someone was firmly gripping her shoulders.