The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 163

"He is still sleeping,” Summer said.

As she walked into the bathroom, she heard voices speaking from the living room.

"Mark is still asleep. Let's wait for him to have breakfast together," Solomon said.

"Alright. Keep your voice down. Don't wake him up." Daisy's voice was not any softer, though.

Listening on, Summer shook her head in an I-can't-even fashion while her mouth was filled with

toothpaste foam. 1

When she came out of the bathroom, Amara was lying on the settee, whining about her hungry

stomach.

"Mom, let's have breakfast. Just keep a small portion for Mark," Summer said.

"That’s not very gracious. Just wait a little longer. We will have breakfast when Mark is here," Daisy

said.

While they were talking, Mark just woke up and walked out of the room, his eyes barely open. He was

buttoning his shirt as he emerged, his bare chest exposed, revealing his sexy and charming wall of

muscles.

Amara looked on, wide-eyed as she was treated to

such rare eye candy in the morning.

Mark came to his senses when he sensed the stare. Without looking up, he quickened his motion to

finish buttoning his shirt.

He then raised his head with a smile at the corners of his mouth. "Good morning, Dad, Mom."

"Good morning. Did you sleep well last night?” Daisy asked with a smile.

"Fantastic, and I even had a good dream,” Mark smiled and said gently.

"That is good. Go wash up. We will have breakfast in a while." Daisy was very satisfied with her son-in-

law.

Meanwhile, Summer was making breakfast: traditional Esthainian and French breakfast.

Summer was not a big fan of bread. So she brought out a bowl of oatmeal and some croissants.

In her eyes, French cuisine belonged to the bourgeoisie. For ordinary people like her, she preferred a

simple diet and homely fare, which were affordable and delicious.

That said, the occasional French breakfast was a refreshing change.

Mark, who was sitting next to her, was also getting oatmeal and a fried egg.

The gathering of the five of them at the dining table created a warm and happy scene.

As Mark and Summer had to leave after breakfast, Daisy exhorted, "Feel free to come home whenever

you two want to."

"Thanks, Mom. Summer and I will come home more often.”

Mark smiled as he put his hand around Summer's waist. Summer jolted, her face slightly reddening.

There was an affectionate look in Mark's eyes when h e thought of last night. He reached to draw the

wispy ends of her hair to the back of her ears and then looked at Daisy. "She is a little bashful."

Summer gritted her teeth and glared at him. Thinking of last night, she felt blood rushing up her ears.

"Not everyone is as thick-skinned as you are." This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

It gratified Daisy to see Mark and Summer flirting with each other. "Don't mention it, Mark. We are

family. Drive safe."

He nodded in acknowledgement, and then started the engine of his black Land Rover as Summer gave

Daisy her goodbyes. She then got into the car and they left.

Summer figured that Yvette must have discovered that they did not return home last night. She let out a

soft sigh of helplessness, expecting to get an earful when they arrived at the Valentine mansion.

Yvette would surely not give a damn if she was the only one staying overnight there.

But Mark was with her and did not return home. This would not please Yvette, she thought.

Mark gave a sideways glance at her when he heard her sighing. "Seems that you really don't feel like

going back to the Valentine mansion, Mrs. Valentine."

"No, I am just thinking about something else-”