The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 171

The three of them had been sitting there waiting. It was not until 7:10 pm when Mark finally appeared at

the restaurant entrance.

He first glanced with his eyes slightly narrowed at Summer, then at the other three, before he took his

seat.

"Did your dad call you?" Yvette still did not give up.

Jazz felt a headache. 'Can't she stop it even for a while?'

"No, he should be very busy at this time," Mark said faintly.

"However busy he is, he should call you on your birthday. You are his son. But he did not even bother t

o call!"

Baine pulled at Yvette’s sleeve to remind her. "It is Mark's birthday today, Yvette."

Only then did she restrain herself, taking a deep breath to regulate her breathing.

Jazz took out a pen and handed it over to Mark. "Here you go, Mark. Happy birthday. It might not be an

expensive brand, but I bought it with my money."

After working part-time at the gas station for some

time, he bought something with his hard-earned money.

"Thank you." Mark's lips turned up in a smile as he patted Jazz on the shoulder.

Summer bowed her head and opened the small bag she carried with her as she planned to take out the

birthday present she had bought for Mark.

But before she could take the present out, Baine was handing a present to Mark with a smile. "I hand- Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

picked this for you. Hope you will like it, Mark. Open it up."

"Whatever it is, I know I will like it because it is from you, Aunt."

Mark took the beautiful gift box in his hand and quickly opened it. It was a dark-patterned black wallet.

Looking at Mark’s expression, Baine felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction, tenderness, and joy.

Summer looked up inadvertently and saw that wallet.

She was stunned, literally frozen on the spot, as her hand holding the present stopped. She never

expected this to happen. It caught her by utter surprise.

It had never crossed her mind that Baine would have bought a present the same as hers. They were

literally the same wallet.

Baine was one step ahead of her in giving out the present. That left her with none to give to Mark.

If the wallets were of the same brand but of different model or shape, they would still be considered

different. But these two wallets were identical. She would only embarrass herself if she took it out now.

She pulled her hand out. She had gotten the present, but she was not going to give it out.

One reason was that someone else had given out the same thing.

The other reason was that someone had beaten her to the punch by giving out an identical wallet,

which was her favorite, carefully selected present. Those elements of mystery, surprise, and

excitement vanished in a blink of an eye.

When a present loses its meaning, it becomes useless. When she saw the same present, it made her

feel uncomfortable.

Mark looked over at Summer with his hand extended out. "Where is my present, Mrs. Valentine?”

There was an awkward smile on her face as she explained in embarrassment, "I forgot to bring it when

I hurried out of the door earlier."

Mark's face darkened, his eyes narrowed. He stared at her with eyes that looked as if they would

pierce through her.

"What else have you not forgotten, huh?" His voice was deep and cold.