The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 132

Dean was clearly not aware of the situation at this moment, his eyes kept slowly wandering on both of

them.

Summer's eyes never rested on Mark for even one second. She just sat there quietly, or talked to Kayla

softly.

She looked calm, and her smooth skin was faintly glowing in the lamplight, like a bright moon in the

night sky, looking so unique among the women.

Mark was drawn to her. He stared at her, swirling his wine glass with one hand, then slipping the other

hand under the table and holding her hand.

Summer was surprised by his action. She glared at him, but she didn't want to do anything too obvious

for the others to notice.

He would not let go. He slowly stroked her tender palm with his rough fingers, lowering his voice so low

that only she could hear him. "You finally look at me, e h, Mrs. Valentine...’’

"Let go!" She gritted her teeth, forcing her voice through her teeth.

"Aren’t you strong, Mrs. Valentine? You can easily free yourself from my hand. Why do I need to let

go?"

Mark's voice was low and deep but with a slight rising tone at the end of the question, and in between

words, he put his hand in her lap and moved it gently.

Summer felt an electric surge through her body. A touch of exasperation mingled with her anger. She

stretched out her hand and secretly pinched his thigh.

Under the colorful lights, they sat in a corner, looking calm, but there is an undercurrent surging under

the table.

"Are you going to let go or not?” Her patience was on the verge of wearing thin.

But Mark just looked at her nonchalantly. “What if I don't?”

Summer stopped talking to him. She lifted her foot and stamped on his foot back and forth with all her

strength.

But Mark seemed to feel no pain. He just watched her stamping on his foot, raising an eyebrow, and his

lips curved slightly upwards.

Holding a glass of wine in his left hand, he swirled it casually, and his handsome face looked relaxed.

Summer was so angry that her body began to squirm a little violently. She didn’t notice it and bumped

into Mark's shoulder, shaking the glass in his hand and the wine spilled all over his suit pants.

Everybody exclaimed in surprise. Kayla reacted immediately and handed the tissue to Summer. "Help

Mr. Valentine out."

Summer ignored it. She just sat there and didn't move. He deserved it!

But now all eyes were on her.

She had no choice but was forced to take the tissue and crouch down to wipe the wine stains from his

suit pants.

Mark didn't feel uncomfortable. He didn't care about the stain on his pants. Instead, he apologized with

a faint smile, "Sorry to spoil the fun."All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

They shook their heads and said it didn't matter." Your pants...” they said worriedly.

"It's okay, it's just a little wet, nothing serious." He still smiled faintly, but his eyes fell on Summer, who

was half squatting on the ground.

She bent her head, revealing her fair and beautiful neck, like a graceful white swan.

He gazed at her deeply, his eyes flickering with love.

The tissues could absorb the wine, but the wet part of the suit pants was still very noticeable because

it's right on the thigh.

Just then, he heard footsteps coming his way. It's Harry.

Harry stopped behind Mark and whispered in his ear," Mr. Valentine, Mr. Greig has been waiting in the

private room for a long time."