The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 154

Charlie coughed lightly and huffed. "I'm suffocating, what’s the condition over the other side?"

Mark shrugged, expressing that he knew nothing too. He looked at the state Billy was in and frowned.

"Did you think that by smoking here, your problems would be settled?"

"How about you give him a solution?"

"First, settle it peacefully; second, divorce-"

Before he could finish, Billy got up from the sofa and became very agitated. "I will not divorce her!

Never!”

At that moment, the door was pushed open. Sherman appeared at the entrance; she threw a cold stare

at Billy, and then she left!

Billy threw away his cigarette and rushed out after her. He appeared careful and dared not call out her

name.

Nevertheless, it was his own doing. Who else could he blame?

When they arrived at Valentine mansion, the sky had turned dark. Throughout the journey, Summer

didn’t utter a word but was lost in her wandering thoughts.

Mark had focused on her a few times, but he, too, said

nothing.

Raine was standing by the French window; she looked out as two beams of light shone in.

The car doors opened, and Mark got off, followed by Summer.

She walked towards the exit but stopped at the door.

'Even if she went to the living room, what should she say or do?’

'Why be troubled when there’s nothing useful?'

Her steps stiffened and held her loosely hanging arm. Raine then turned around and retreated to the

sofa.

Summer went into the bathroom; she wasn't in the mood to speak after a tiring day, especially one that

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Mark stopped by the coffee table. His handsome figure bent down and picked up his phone. There

were indeed five missed calls.

He reclined on the sofa and unlocked his phone.

Three were from Charlie, and the other two were from ... Raine...

At that instant, his face darkened and displayed a deep expression that was hard to grasp. He rested

his fingertip on the name and twirled as if it carried an inexplicable meaning.

Summer's footsteps were heard as she emerged from the bathroom. Watching him staring at his

phone, she asked curiously, "Did somebody call?"

Mark blinked, but his expression remained the same. He calmly returned his phone into his pocket and

asked, "Done bathing?"

"Yeah, it's your turn now, I've prepared the tub." She answered while still drying her dripping hair tips.

He nodded and strode into the bathroom. He maintained an extremely profound expression, concealing

his true emotions.

In bed, Summer browsed through her phone as she couldn’t sleep; she replied randomly to a few from

the bulk of messages she received and specially sent Sherman a message.

She grew weary as there was no reply after a long while. So, she sent a message to Grace, and hoped

that she had some information about Sherman's situation.

Upon sending it, she felt his weight on the bed. He lay down and wished her in a deep serene voice,

"Happy New Year, Mrs. Valentine..."

Summer responded softly, "Happy New Year, Mr. Valentine."

In the end, although she had wanted, it was only after a whole day, did she remember to wish him

Happy New Year.

Besides, why did it feel so funny when they greeted each other face to face?

There were traces of laughter in Mark’s expression; he gently flicked her temple. "Let's sleep, Mrs.

Valentine..."

That touch, neither heavy nor light, softened her heart. Heeding his words, she laid down and closed

her eyes, smiling.