The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 149

He pressed forward, and her back leaned against the railing of the balcony.

As he acted too suddenly, Summer could not react in time. She was startled for a moment. Then, she

began t o struggle to break free.

But he had no intention to let go. He held her more tightly.

Summer was not strong enough to repel him and she gradually stopped struggling.

Behind them were the dazzling fireworks display, and where they stood in the scene of the night, the

crackling of the fireworks continued. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Finally, after some time, he slowly released her from his grasp. She was out of breath and felt like she

was about to pass out.

Her chest was thumping, and she was breathing heavily, gasping for air. Her pupils sparked with anger

as she stared at him. Her face was red.

Mark was smiling and placed his forehead against hers. Their eyes locked onto each other; the heat of

his breath spilled over her face; his eyes were burning.

Summer tilted her head to avoid him. She held her breath and said, "Mr. Valentine, we need to talk."

"About what?"

"We can’t go on like this..."

"How?” Mark raised his eyebrows.

"Our marriage is just a trade; you can’t force yourself onto me like how you did just now and take

advantage of me," she answered.

Hearing so, Mark squinted his eyes. "Isn't our marriage registered?”

It was indeed true, she nodded, unable to deny it.

"Have you gotten your marriage certificate?" he continued.

Again, she nodded, it was kept safe in the drawer by the bed.

"Since we are legally husband and wife, what is it that I can't do?" He questioned.

She tightened her lips. She found no meaning to continue arguing with him; it would just be a waste of

time.

What she could do best was to avoid it.

The fireworks finally came to an end. Summer returned to the room, just in time for the live broadcast of

the New Year gala.

But just as she had sat down on the sofa, she felt a weight on her thighs.

She looked down and saw his tall figure lying on the sofa, his head resting on her thighs, as if they

were a pillow.

Summer shook her thighs intentionally, not wanting him to rest his head on them.

Her childish behavior caused him to burst out in laughter. He gently pinched her eyebrows and with his

right hand, he took the document and knocked on her forehead softly; his deep yet gentle voice

uttered, " Mrs. Valentine, I'm very tired. Please behave.."

Seeing him so adamant and pampered, in addition to his warm gaze and gentle voice, it touched her

soft spot.

She stopped shaking her thighs and remained still. She watched the TV while he flipped through his

documents with his head resting on her thighs.

The room atmosphere was faintly solemn but instead of coldness, there was warmth and subtle bliss...

Right in front of the French window, Raine was curled up and hidden in the corner.

It was at that spot where she clearly saw them both sharing a kiss on the balcony.