The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 69

Summer was dressed in a long red strapless dobby mesh tube dress, exposing her neck and defined

clavicles. It accentuated her complexion, making her stunning.

A matching red veil was draped over her right shoulder and around her waist, and it floated along,

drawing beautiful arcs in the air as she walked. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Her makeup was light, and her silky black hair was styled with a similar but shorter veil attached in her

hair into a low ponytail that rested on top of her shoulders.

She had looked enchanting, pristine and flawless. Her dress was not revealing, but it had a subtle

alluring feel to it as it fitted on her. It was an indescribable feeling, but her beauty could easily take

everyone's breath away.

She hooked her arm around through Mark's, and he was smartly dressed in a nice suit. His features

were defined with his deep dark eyes, and he was easily made the center of attention as he radiated

undeniable elegance and grace.

Spamming their cameras with pictures, the reporters took and recorded as much as they could.

Flashes of light kept flickering off the cameras ever since the

couple entered the hall.

Billy let out a whistle as he stared at Summer. Tsking, he said, "How did I never realize Summer could

look s o alluring?"

Hearing his words, Sherman twisted his ear as she questioned, "What are you staring at?"

"You, of course, my love!” he immediately replied as he tried to atone himself.

Charlie chuckled lightly as he raised his brows while agreeing, "Ms. Hart is a stunner indeed."

"What about me?"

Before Charlie could respond, Billy had spoken up, " You're whor*sh!"

Grace's almond-shaped eyes widened as she shot daggers towards Billy.

As he stood on the stage, Mark glanced at the many guests in the hall. His lips curled up slightly as he

spoke up with his deep husky voice.

"Hello, everyone. My wife and I are extremely thankful for your presence here tonight. We hope that

everyone would enjoy themselves fully tonight."

Even though it was a simple greeting, it had garnered thunderous roars of applause from the audience

and filled up the hall.

Holding Summer by her arm, Mark then stepped down the stage steadily as they gracefully walked

towards

their guests.

Summer believed her legs might have given up and collapsed if she weren't holding onto him. Never

had she dealt with such an occasion, especially one that had her as the host.

"It’s okay. Don't be nervous, just relax. I’m here with you."

His warm and rough hands snaked around her waist a s he leaned in close to whisper in her ear. As

she felt his warm breath on her ear, her eyes glistered with surprise.

His words worked like sedatives as they calmed her pounding heart. She began to relax and smiled

naturally as she held on to the corner of his suit, sticking closely to him.

They went around and greeted their guests, shaking hands with all of them. No matter who they had

met, Mark faced them with a look of sincerity.

Summer copied whatever addresses Mark had greeted the guests with.

Whenever their guests would pass Summer a glass of wine, Mark would politely decline and have her

drink the juice he requested instead.

She felt her cheeks heating up either because she had too much juice or the hall became stuffier.

Mark had also noticed the gradually flushing tint appearing on her fair cheeks, which looked like sun-

kissed clouds as they seemed to be soft and mesmerizing.

And it was starting to catch more attention from the others, especially their male guests. No one dared

to stare boldly, but brief glances and peeps were noticed.

Feeling a hint of displeasure, he narrowed his sharp eyes. He then brought Summer to Sherman and

said, " Keep her company."

"Sure," Sherman replied, smiling as she held onto Summer, who had felt slightly unwell.

"Why didn’t you ask for my company instead?" Grace asked, feeling offended.