The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 145

Raine was shocked by herself. She could not understand why she had become like this, as if

something had bewitched her, and she had lost control of herself.

Reason told her she should turn around and then go downstairs right now.

But her feet seemed to have been glued on the spot; she could not move them.

'No one is here in the house. So why not go in and have a look? No one is going to find out if you touch

nothing in the room. Go now!'

The inner voice won, and she inserted the key into the keyhole and pushed open the door.

After closing the door behind her, her eyes scanned around.

The furnishings of his room had not changed a bit compared to three years ago. The only change was

the added feminine vibe.

Also, there were two quilts on the bed. It was obvious that the two share the same bed.

Her heart ached at the thought of it, as if a knife stabbed into her heart.

When she moved forward further, her body stiffened when she saw the opened cosmetic set on the

dressing table.

The corners of her mouth curled up in an ironic smile.

She had flattered herself when she thought Mark bought that cosmetic set for her.

She thought he was waiting for the right time to take i t back out and give it to her.

Apparently, those thoughts seemed so ridiculous now. She felt she was slapped in the face.

She thought Yvette was a sad case. It turned out that she was no better than Yvette.

The hands dangling by her sides slowly clenched into fists and her expression turned grim.

So this was how it felt when she slapped herself in the face.

But why on earth would he buy cosmetics for Summer?

She was puzzled, having a bee in her bonnet, panic, fear, and all kinds of feelings.

For the first time, Summer felt that shopping for clothes was such a tiring thing.

Yvette carried a pile of clothes into the fitting room and tried them on one by one.

Mark sunk into the couch, chin on his hand as he flipped through some random magazines.

He glanced up at Summer, whose tiredness was written all over her face, and patted the spot beside

him. "Mrs. Valentine."

She just glanced back and ignored him, then leaned against the wall and waited.

Mark shrugged it off and reminded her, "She usually takes over three hours to try on the clothes."

Only then she walked over and sat down at a spot farthest away from him and gently massaged her

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Since it would take three hours, she did not have to punish herself.

“Are you sure you are going to carry on this attitude?" He put the magazine down and looked at her.

"What is wrong with my attitude?" she asked.

"Indifferent, alienated, strange; is this the attitude you should have as my wife, huh?"

Mark's voice raised toward the end of the sentence, which showed his dissatisfaction. He gently tapped

the magazine to make a noise.

"You may control the Valentine Group, but not my attitude. It is my freedom to choose which attitude I

like. You have no right to interfere, do you?"

Just as he was about to say something, Yvette walked over with a few clothes in her hands. "Pay the

bill, Summer."