The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 184

But as he watched her frail body shivering ever so slightly in the cold weather, Dean could not bear it

and said, "Would it be better to talk somewhere else? It's too cold out here."

As soon as he spoke, Mark shot him a cold stare. His knitted brows tightened even more, and he

scoffed. His flat voice was piercing through his gritted teeth, " We're talking here, as husband and wife.

What is your concern?"

He was the one who brought Summer home from the pub last night, and they spent a night together.

Thinking about it was enough to agitate Mark as he desperately wanted to punch Dean in the face.

Every nerve in his body was screaming in anger. Mark was just suppressing the urge!

"It’s none of my business indeed. But can't you see that she’s freezing out here? Her body is already

shaking. Is this not enough for you to find a warmer place before resolving the issue between the both

of you?"

Summer smiled at Dean and said, "It's alright, Dean. I’m not that cold. Besides, my head still feels

heavy, standing out here kind of clears it up a little." Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

All this while, Summer had never acknowledged Mark's presence.

Her face was white as sheet; her rosy cheeks were nowhere to be seen. Her body was trembling,

strands o f her hair dancing in the cold wind.

Mark stared at her coldly. He really felt like strangling her to death. But watching her now, his lips curled

back into a straight line. He took off his black trench coat and forcefully covered Summer with it.

Summer's gaze was still cold. Nothing seemed to spark any emotion from her. Without a word, she

pushed the coat off her shoulders right after Mark put i t on her.

Her actions really added fuel to the fire in Mark’s heart. Immediately, he took a step forward and

grabbed her wrist before pulling her whole body into his.

Summer’s wrist burned from his hard grip; she did not expect him to act in such a way. She tripped on

her feet and fell right into his arms, her forehead hitting his sculpted chest. Unknowingly, she gasped as

it hurt.

Dean stepped forward instinctively, wanting to protect her. But he was met with a pair of fierce eyes,

glaring at him coldly as if it was a warning.

He was stunned by this, unable to move another inch.

He had encountered many big figures, and he also mingled with a lot of them too. But none of them

was close to Mark; none of them could shut him down with just one stare.

While he was still startled, Mark had already brought Summer into the car before shutting the car door.

Standing outside the car, Dean could only see a blank space through the window. There was nothing

for him to see, let alone hear.

However, he still stayed at his spot, waiting in the cold.

In the car, Summer sat at the passenger seat while Mark sat at the driver's seat.

Summer was rubbing her wrist as it was still hurting when she glanced over to him coldly.

This time, however, Mark was not looking at Summer. He just started the engine, preparing to leave the

place.

But Summer acted fast. She quickly stretched out her hand and pulled out the keys, keeping them in

her palm before saying coldly, "I am not going back!"

"Not going back? Then what are you going to do, stay here with him?" Mark said flatly as he looked

past Summer, watching Dean, who was still waiting for them in the same spot.