The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 65

Summer spoke immediately, "I don't have any.”

Hearing so, Daisy pressed on, "Then do you know how t o get them? Maybe you can get some for her.”

"Mom, why are you even putting up with her?"

"I'm not. It's just that you know how she is. If you don't get it for her, she might take it upon herself and

possibly cause a big fuss at the banquet. And, all the guests attending are either notable figures or of

the ruling class in Santabaca; I can't bear to see her put m y precious daughter in a humiliating

situation."

Daisy reasoned as she lowered down her voice, forcing Amara out of earshot.

Solomon also agreed, "Yeah. Knowing her, she would surely cause a scene tomorrow at the hotel. Just

get some for her."

Summer felt an intense headache forming; it was as if her head was about to explode, and her chest

burned with rage whenever she had to deal with anything Amara-related.

Amara peeked her head out from the washroom. Calling out to Summer, she obnoxiously asked,

"Could you also send someone to get me a dress for the banquet? I don't think I have anything suitable

for the

occasion."

Without sparing her a reply, Summer's gaze was icy-cold as she stared at Amara.

Feeling slightly apprehensive and perhaps embarrassed from Summer's intense gaze, she hmphed

and mumbled, “What's the big deal? Fine if you don’t want to then!"

Summer stayed at her parents' for quite a while and only headed back to the Valentine mansion around

8:0 0 pm. However, no one was home other than the housekeepers.

She trudged to her room and fell onto the bed. She sighed, thinking, 'Nothing has been going my way

for the past few days.' Then, after lying in frustration for about half an hour, she slowly dozed off.

Mark had been returning home late recently, and it was getting later day by day.

And it had become habitual for Summer to leave a lamp on for him in the room.

Unbuttoning his dress shirt, Mark sat on the sofa. He was still dealing with the pile of documents

stacked i n front of him.

Sounds of footsteps were heard as Raine stepped into the living room. She quickly caught sight of the

gorgeous figure seated on the sofa. NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

We are finally alone with one another, but I didn't expect it to feel this awkward,' she thought. 1

She debated in her head, 'I can’t pretend that I did not see him. That’s just wrong and impolite. But

what should I even say to him? Hi?'

She stood still for a moment before smiling and speaking up. She asked politely, "Have you had dinner,

Mark?"

"Mhmm," he answered simply without putting down his pen nor lifting his head.

"I was going to make some coffee. Do you want some?"

His lips moved as he replied plainly and directly, "No."

She felt a pang of pain in her chest, and she turned away, heading towards the kitchen. Unbeknownst

to her, her wallet fell out from the pocket of her coat.

She hadn't realized it, and it was left on the ground.

Leaning against the cold tiled wall of the kitchen, she felt her heart cold and numb from the way he had

treated her. She reminded herself, 'This is how he should act. This is what I have wanted.'

Like a gentleman, he was polite, respectful, and friendly but only up to a certain extent that distanced

himself from others he wasn't close to.

But when he had treated her with such attitudes, she couldn't help but feel dejected and heartbroken.

‘This isn't fair...' she thought bitterly.

She tried to push those feelings away as she started brewing her coffee. Remembering that she had a

few missed calls, she felt around her pockets for her phone.

Feeling around the pockets on her coat, she couldn't find her wallet. She furrowed her brows as she

began searching around the kitchen.