The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 151

Opening her eyes, all that Summer saw was the bed. The spot beside her was already empty. She took

out her phone and looked at the time. It was 5:00 am.

Every new year, she would get up earlier than usual. When she was at home, her parents would have

been u p at 4:00 am to prepare roasted tomato soup.

She was certain that she slept on the sofa last night. H e must have woken up during the night and

carried her onto the bed.

Not feeling at all sleepy, she got out of bed after stretching her limbs, washed her face, and went

downstairs.

Everyone in Valentine mansion was already awake and was all seated in the living room.

Mark and Jazz were playing chess. The maid was giving Yvette a manicure while Raine was watching

T V.

Upon greeting Yvette, Summer walked up to Mark and watched him and Jazz play chess.

Jazz was obviously not his match and lost terribly.

She couldn’t stand watching it and said to Jazz, "Let m e help you.”

He couldn't have asked for it; immediately, Jazz moved his seat to one side to make space for her.

Mark raised his eyebrow; his gaze fell upon her.

Summer looked back at him twice and rearranged the chess pieces. It was two against one. They

began to play; she and Jazz as a team against Mark, on his own.

Even so, they still weren't his match; they lost four games to five; It was literally a massacre.

Summer got only more audacious; Jazz, beside her, had slowly lost interest; he sat there and yawned

continuously, stretching himself.

Raine was found searching, but her sight always fell o n them; as to what she was looking at, nobody

knew.

After they had roasted tomato soup, breakfast was served; quickly afterward, Yvette went off to play

golf with her friends, and Jazz continued with his part-time job.

Raine seemed to have returned to her room, and only two of them were left in the living room.

Summer suggested, "How about we go out for a walk?"

"As Mrs. Valentine wishes.” He curled his lips slightly. At such, he seemed to have returned to normal...

They began walking through the garden behind Valentine mansion. Then, they exited the mansion and

headed left; and arrived at a forest with a long trail in the middle.

As they walked along the forest trail, the air was fresh; a deep breath of it was indeed uplifting.

The trail seemed never-ending, nor knowing where it led to. They continued along its path, and finally,

a stream appeared before them.

It was calm and shallow, and it produced a sound as melodious as a music piece.

Never had she imagined that such a beautiful place existed beyond the forest; it was like paradise. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Birds could be heard chirping away; other than that, it was quiet and calm.

The weather that day was great. The sunshine was bright and warm.

She set the mat on a rock and sat down; she leaned against a tree trunk as she lazed under the sun.

Squinting his eyes, Mark sat down beside her. He stretched out his long legs and crossed them

gracefully as if he was relieved of his tiredness.

However, such a fine moment of serenity didn't last long. Summer's phone rang, and she picked it up. It

was Grace Livingstone.

"Where are you?"

She sounded anxious and angry; Summer was confused. "I'm at Valentine mansion. What happened,

you don't sound good?" "Tsk! F*ck! That Billy cheated on Sherman, and she ran over him; right now,

she's crying. I need you here!” Grace didn't sound very nice.

"Coming." She hung up and quickly stood up.

Deftly, Mark grabbed hold of her arm. He looked unhappy and squinted his eyes. "Who called? Officer

Singleton?”

Summer shook her head. "No, it's Grace."