The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 272

Pain. She was in excruciating pain. He exerted so much strength that it felt like he was about to crush her shoulders with his bare hands. Summer knitted her brows tightly as her face turned as pale as a ghost.

Just when she thought her shoulders were falling apart, Mark finally let go. His handsome face was no longer grim. It was just blank and distant. He was so cold as if he wanted to push everyone miles away.

He did not speak to Summer, nor did he look at her. H e just took a big stride forward and left the villa.

Paine, who was as invisible as thin air, was standing next to them. Seeing him leave, she chased after him without the slightest hesitation.

Summer was left alone in the villa, which was filled with dead silence.

The Mark who left just now felt like the Mark she knew when they first met. Worse, he was even colder than he was when they first met. It felt like it was coming out of his bones.

At the same time, she knew, from the bottom of her heart, that Mark was completely angered this time. He definitely meant what he said...

She always wanted to be free from him. And now, she got what she wanted. But all she could feel was a painful void. In fact, she felt like she was even more

trapped.

Why are people so indecisive...?

Nevertheless, her conscience was clear. She had never wanted a marriage that involved a third party...

Raine was running after Mark. He had such long legs that it made his wide strides even wider. She wanted t o catch up desperately, but it was exhausting. All she could do was jog to catch up to him.

There was only one explanation for this, and that is he had developed feelings for her. He got used to her being a part of his life and had fallen for her, slowly but surely...

There was no doubt about her reasoning behind this. Their relationship should not continue any longer. What needed to be done must be done.

Raine spent some time walking forward before seeing him seated on a bench next to the lake. His expression was layered with coldness, complexity, and sombreness. It was like he had another layer of thin ice on his face, making him unreadable and unguessable.

She walked over to him and sat next to him, being as quiet as she could be. Not saying a word, they sat close to each other. The corners of their shirt were touching.

Everything about the night was cold. The air surrounding them and the wind brushing against their faces were enough to make one curl into a ball.

But the moon was still like a wraith-silver disc hanging in the sky. Its moonlight glistened like silver, adding to the serenity of the night.