The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 135

Dean was taken aback and looked over. It turned out that it was the man from Club Nightshade. He still

looked intimidating, classy, and carried himself well.

He did not flinch in the slightest. He straightened his back instead. "Why can't Summer accept me?" Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Mark glanced at Summer with a sneer. He was as dangerous as a cheetah, never mind his elegant

look." He calls you Summer? What an endearing way of calling you."

Dean looked him straight in the eyes. "You are not related to Summer. What does what I call her have

to d o with you?"

"Oh, really?" Mark’s lips turned up in a sneer, his expression grim. "She is pregnant with my child for

two months. Does this count?”

Dean was stunned, standing motionless on the spot.' She is pregnant with his child for two months?’

A while later, he found his voice, but was still in disbelief. "Is this true, Summer?”

"You don't believe it?” Mark gently stroked Summer’s face as he looked down at her expressionlessly,

as if h e was about to crush her with his hand.

After a long while, he sneered, "Do you want to see our

marriage certificate?”

Summer tilted her face to avoid his hand. She looked bitter but did not refute what he said.

Her reaction angered Mark even more. So he put his hand around her waist.

Immediately, he leaned over, lowered his head to kiss her on the lips. His kisses were so fervent that

Summer felt as if he was going to swallow her lips.

She could not even move a bit as her body was clasped in his arms.

This happened so suddenly that she did not see it coming. Dean, meanwhile, was still standing there.

Summer fought back and tried to break free by wriggling vigorously in his arms. But Mark was like a

beast that had not been eating for a week; he chewed and gripped, refusing to let go.

She finally got angry. She sank her teeth into Mark's lower lip until she tasted blood. He finally let go.

Summer immediately took a few steps back to keep a distance from him. Her chest heaving as she

caught her breath.

Dean’s hands clenched into fists with blue veins popping up on the back of his hands as he glared at

Mark. "Are you all right, Summer?"

"I am fine. What he said just now is true, Dean. Please g o now.”

Dean's face instantly crashed. He was still hoping for the best before she admitted it.

But now, his hope was shattered.

"I will go after you go upstairs." He was still worried.

"It is really okay, Dean. Go now. We will be in contact later."

Since she had said so, and they were husband and wife, who was he to say interfere in their business?

Dean nodded in frustration and sadness. He fired up the engine and left in his black car.

"Be in contact later, eh? You seem to have a lot of fun these days, Mrs. Valentine." Mark glared at her,

the blood on his lip making him look even more dangerous.

Summer looked him in the eyes. "You have no right to tell me what to do."

"Oh, yeah? So who has the right, then? Officer Singleton?" Mark sneered, his voice full of sarcasm.

"Did you forget what you just said so quickly?"