The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 178

The corner of her mouth curled up. Her heart was desolated and numbed by his words.

The pain and chills she felt were indescribable. She felt like she had fallen into an ice pit, surrounded

by walls of cold ice piercing through her soul.

"I am your wife, is that enough for you?" she said softly as she lifted her head to look at him after a

pause.

'I am your wife...'

Mark's dark eyes twitched when he heard the phrase.

"But apparently, that was all in my head. I thought I was your wife, but by the looks of it, I have once

again overestimated myself."

Summer continued in a cold and flat voice. Though she still had a faint smile on her face, the pain

could almost be heard through her voice.

He looked at the face in front of him, the face that was as big as his palm, not too big nor too small. It

looked s o tough, yet so soft and delicate like a flower.

Something tugged on his heartstrings, and he wanted t o stretch out his arm and cup her face. The

urge came so unexpectedly strong. He didn’t even realize he was sympathizing with Summer.

Right after she was done speaking, she walked into a cubicle and locked herself in without looking at

either of them.

She leaned on the wall in the cubicle, and she could hear very clearly what was happening outside.

However, it was just dead silence. Nothing could be heard other than their breathing. Moments later,

she heard the sound of their footsteps walking away.

One after the other, she could hear two different footsteps.

Her cheeks were stiff, and the smile on her face was ever so bitter. Realizing this, she lifted her hands

and touched her face.

She then pushed the cubicle door open and walked out. She did not go back to the restaurant but

straight t o the elevator. She reached out and pressed the button going down.

Why should she care about his birthday anyway?

Moreover, there were so many people waiting to celebrate with him. Her presence wouldn’t have made

much of a difference. Besides, she might not even mean anything to Mark.

She was that kind of person who drew a clear line between what or whom to love or hate. She would

strain every nerve to keep and fight for whatever belonged to her.

However, as for the things that were not meant for her, she would not be bothered to look at it, even if it

was given to her.

She thought he belonged to her. She thought she had all the rights to say whatever she said. That was

why she was bold enough to say all those nasty things to her face. Yet, everything she said amounted

to nothing when compared to his one line.

His words felt like a big slap on the face; it was burning, humiliating, and full of irony.

Also, she was never one to shed tears in front of a man. Being so weak and vulnerable just wasn't her.

She could never bring herself to do that.

As she walked down the cold and bleak streets, Summer stopped a cab with her head held low. She

got into the cab and stared mindlessly out the window.

Something came into her mind as she pulled out her phone and dialed Sherman's number, "Where are

you now?"

"Moonlight Pub, you wanna come?" Sherman sounded like she had more than a few drinks as she

slurred those words.

"Okay, save me some booze..." The corner of her mouth twitched as she held her hand against her

chest. The tearing pain was so surreal as it hit her again and again...

At the restaurant.

Baine walked into the restaurant first, followed by

Mark after some time. They sat down at their designated table.

Jazz instantly noticed that her eyes were red and asked, "Hey Raine, what's wrong with your eyes?"

Her body stiffened as she casually answered, "The soap got into them when I rubbed my eyes. That's Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

why they're looking like that now."

Jazz acknowledged her response and looked over to the main entrance of the restaurant, asking,

"What’s taking Summer so long? Is she not done with her phone call? The dishes are getting cold..."

Upon hearing what Jazz said, Mark's expression shifted. His calm demeanor started to look shaken.