The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 66

"Looking for this?” Mark appeared in the kitchen and asked. He held the wallet in his right while holding

a lit cigarette in between his fingers on his left.

Raine froze and then nodded her head slowly. She smiled as she said, "You found it. I was looking for it

around this small area but to no avail. I thought I had lost it."

Acting nonchalant, he leaned over the door and flicked off the ashes of the cigarette, but his eyes were

deep with emotion as he asked, "Don't you have something to explain to me?"

"What? I don't get what you're saying,” she answered, feigning calm even though she had panicked

slightly.

He moved his hands as his slender fingers pulled out a picture hidden within the wallet as he blew out

a puff of smoke.

The photo was small, but it was clear enough to pick u p a man and a woman hugging intimately in it.

The man was none other than Mark himself, while the woman was Raine.

He strode towards her and held her against the door. With their bodies almost pressing closely

together, he said with his voice sounding deep, "Didn’t you say we

should cut up all ties with each other completely? Why are you still keeping this picture here, hmm?"

As she did not dare to look into his deep orbs, Raine turned her head and looked away while huffing

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He opened his arms, and she was pinned between the door and his huge toned frame. He smirked as

he teasingly asked, "Is it because you can't forget about m e, or did you miss me, hmm, auntie?"

"Neither!" she exclaimed as she shook her head and clenched her fist.

"Neither, huh?" he repeated as he lifted a finger under her chin. His eyes were half-lidded as he asked,

"Why don't we find out then?"

Without waiting for a reply, he closed the gap between them and kissed her right after.

Raine struggled with her might as she tried pushing against his large frame. When she finally pushed

him off her, she heaved, taking quick breaths before exclaiming in an unusually calm manner.

"What we had is over! We are done! So stop trying to tease me or gauge my feelings and what not

purposefully!”

Hearing her declaration, he chuckled sarcastically. His voice sounded cold without any hint of warmth

as he replied, "You think I'm the one who's teasing, huh?" "Hah!" he scoffed. Holding onto her chin

tightly, he looked at her with rage. It was as though he were about to strangle and kill her.

"Back then, you had the guts to flee to America. And for the past three years, you hid from me. Since

you've already decided to run and hide, why didn't you stick t o it forever? Why are you showing up

again after three years and reminding my wife about my likes and dislikes or my taste in food is like?

You’re the one who keeps appearing before me, so tell me, Baine Valentine, who's the one teasing

now?”

She hung her head as she heard him speak. Without looking at him, she muttered softly, "I know how

to act from now on. I'm sorry..."

Narrowing his eyes, he felt rage pierced him to the core. He asked, "How should you act?"

At that exact moment, Jazz’s voice resonated from the living room as he said, "Hey Mark, you there?

Someone's calling you.”

After scoffing coldly once more, Mark released his grip on her and left.

Meanwhile, Jazz held onto Mark's phone while he was calling out to him, facing the direction of the

washroom. Noticing Mark, he said, "Oh, you were in the kitchen just now? I thought you were in the

washroom. Here, your phone’s been ringing for a while."

Mark glanced over Jazz’s uniform as he grabbed his phone and asked, "How much longer are you

working for this part-time job?" "I'm not too sure yet, but probably until next year when classes are

starting. Why?"

"Do you have any local universities you have in mind for now? Or perhaps universities abroad? If you

do, give me a list, and I'll look them up to see which is best for you."

For the first time, Jazz's eyes looked solemn as he replied, "It’s alright, Mark. I'll take charge of my own

life. No matter university choices or future professions, I'll decide for myself. That was the advice you

gave, remember?"

Staying silent, Mark did not continue the conversation further as he merely patted his younger brother’s

shoulder, which was a sign to Jazz that he supports him.

In truth, Jazz already had plans for himself. He smiled as he said, "Thanks, Mark."

The living room was then filled with nothing but silence. Meanwhile, Raine watched from afar with

wobbly legs as she leaned against the door, and her eyes glistened with some tears.

She bitterly thought, 'I too, don’t want things to be like this. It’s just better this way for both of us. Why

can’t h e understand my intentions?’ 1

'I have my worries, and forgetting about them is easier said than done- it's just too difficult for me.'

The next day.

Perhaps Summer had gone to bed quite early in the night before, so she awoke before sunrise.

Lying beside her was Mark, who was still asleep. He seemed relaxed as his usual cold features had

been replaced with a tinge of gentleness.

Lightly, she reached over and pinched his nose. Letting go, she muttered, "Good morning, Mr.

Valentine."