The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 158

Amara was watching their every move. She sighed,' why hadn't she met anyone like him?’

There was nothing planned after lunch. Itching, Amara suggested, "How about a few rounds of poker?"

Since there was nothing else to do, Summer agreed.

Solomon, Daisy, Amara, and Summer sat around the table; Mark stood behind her, his tall figure bent

subtly as he watched her.

Summer was in luck; she had not lost a single round.

Amara was not happy and insisted that Mark joined i n in place of Summer.

Unable to resist, Summer vacated her seat and sat beside Mark.

At first, Mark understood nothing about the rules and lost round after round. Summer could only sit This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

there and pay out the losing bets. As a result, her winnings were almost reduced to scraps.

Unable to tolerate it, Summer leaned closer and guided him.

A few rounds later, Mark seemed to have gotten hold o f the rules and won back much of the bets

placed.

Summer sat beside him and counted the winnings,

and looked at Amara's irritated face.

"Royal flush..."

He unveiled his cards as he uttered the two words. His smile broadened; he was overjoyed.

Amara helplessly picked out more money from her purse. Solomon let out a few coughs; he had lost

quite a lot too.

At this moment, there were door knocks, and Summer opened the door; they were Daisy's Poker

buddies.

Daisy shook her head and waved. "I can't go on anymore, my back hurts, you have a go with my son-in

-law." Her words were full of pride.

Her buddies were mostly middle-aged women; when they saw Mark, they gasped in awe.

'Daisy must be very fortunate, even better for her daughter. Where did she find such a handsome son-

in-law?'

They sat down and started to shuffle the cards after they had exhausted their adoration.

At the sight of it, Summer's eyebrows twitched a little.

Mark was handsome, elegant, and dressed in a fitted vest. Seated among the group of women aged

over fifty years, he gracefully unfolded his card, "It’s a flush"

Amara was entranced by his demeanor; how unimaginable it was that a man could be so attractive

when playing Poker.

When everyone had finally left, it was already 8:00 pm. It was also time for them to return to Valentine

mansion.

However, Summer was reluctant to leave; it was nothing out of the norm as she had not been home for

quite some time.

Mark studied her expression as he tidied up his attire. Then he looked up. "Don't feel like going back?"

Summer frowned at his words. 'Was her intention obvious?'

"It's not like that, I only wanted to stay for a night and return to Valentine mansion tomorrow," she

uttered slowly while feeling a little melancholic.

"As you wish, stay for the night then..." he replied.

Her face brightened. Summer beamed at him. "Okay, b e careful on your way home yeah, stay safe."

Mark was taken aback by her sudden change in attitude. He frowned and focused on her. "Did anyone

say I was leaving, Mrs. Valentine?"

"What do you mean?"

"Of course, I'm staying. We can return together to the mansion tomorrow..." he answered slowly but

without a doubt.