The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 221

The man's gaze became deep and passionate. He grabbed her in his arms and kissed her.

Her mind was in a whirl, and by the time she realized what was happening, she was already lying in bed.

The next morning

When Summer woke up, she was alone in the room.

Apparently, the man had gone to work. The man's clothes and her blouse and trousers were scattered on the floor.

Besides, there were several balls of toilet paper scattered on the floor, which had dried up.

Summer moved her sore body, and sat up from the bed. She got out of bed slowly, cleaning up the mess o n the floor with her face blushed.

In the middle of cleaning, Solomon called and asked her to come home at noon. He told her that the insurance policy had expired, and that the principal h e had paid in those years had been refunded, about $ 100,000. Solomon wanted her to give it to Sherman.

Summer said yes and headed off to school, feeling a little weak. Fortunately, there were no classes in the morning, so she could rest in the office and regain some strength.

She went straight home at lunchtime. Solomon handed her a bankbook, and told her to pay Sherman some amount first and pay the rest of it later.

Summer agreed and took the bankbook. She went to the bank, withdrew all the money in it, and then went t o Sherman's house.

Sherman and Billy lived in a luxury apartment with a n open-plan kitchen and bedroom. They were both at home when she arrived, though the atmosphere was still a little uneasy.

Explaining her purpose, she handed the money to Sherman.

Sherman refused, but Summer insisted. "Since I borrowed money from you, I should pay you back. If you still refuse, I will never ask from you again when I need money.”

Having been friends for years, Sherman knew what Summer was like, so she had no choice but to accept the money.

"I cannot pay you back the rest all at once, so I will pay you back slowly.” Summer smiled.

"I am in no hurry. You can pay me back any time.

Don’t worry. You can even pay me back twenty years later, just remember to include the interest," said Sherman jokingly.

"Of course there's no problem. How do you rate interest?"

Summer, of course, knew Sherman was joking, so she played along.

After a moment’s thought, Sherman smiled and said, " I want you to be there when I have a drink."

Hearing this, Summer’s eyebrows twitched a little, and she waved her hand and said, “I am never going to drink with you again!"

"Why?” Sherman asked disapprovingly.

"You are unreliable. The last time I had a drink with you, I was so drunk I could not even get up, and you were nowhere to be seen.”

A bar was not a safe place for women, and a woman was lying there drunk. Who knows what could have happened?

With a nervous cough, Sherman knew she was in the wrong. "But didn't you make it home safely? Who went to pick you up? Mark?”

"No, a friend of mine from high school took me back to his house."

If Dean had not been there that night, something bad might have happened. She would never do such a thing again.

"You just came in, can't you just say something nice? Anything nice."

"No..." Mark responded naturally. The look on his pretty face did not change at all. "Go get the document," he ordered, kicking Billy with his long legs.

Billy just sat there and refused to move. "Say something nice and I'll go get it."

"Like what?" Mark raised an eyebrow, squinting at Billy with a cold look.

"For example, you may wish us a happy marriage forever, or having a happy and harmonious family, or having a child soon, and growing old together..."

Billy was worried that Sherman might make a sudden decision. Sherman had been giving him the cold shoulder all this time. He could never guess what was going on in her mind.

He was afraid she would want a divorce on impulse. Therefore, he was careful with his words and manners.

But the first thing Mark said was getting a divorce and dividing up their assets. Did he think his life was

too long?

Mark just gave him a cold snort, looked down at his wrist and narrowed his eyes. "I am in a hurry. One, two n

Before he counted to three, Billy got up and rummaged in the cabinet next to him, but his chest was filled with anger.

Was it so hard for Mr. Valentine to say something nice to comfort him?

He snorted and asked intentionally, "Mr. Valentine, do you know who sent that stack of money on the bed?"

Mark knew he had something to say. "Does it have anything to do with me?" he asked, looking askance at Billy.