The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 308

Jazz was just as astonished as Summer was. But he quickly regained his composure. "Mark?"

The leather chair turned slowly, and Mark stubbed out the cigarette in his hand and revealed his charming face.

When his eyes swept across Summer, a cold light, which was deep and dark, as if he was about to swallow her whole, flashed across his eyes. He then acknowledged Jazz.

"What are you doing here?"

"She asked me to bring you back for dinner in the Valentine mansion." Taking back his gaze from Summer, Mark had little emotion on his face, as if he was only seeing an insignificant stranger.

Mark did not say who she was, but Jazz knew that he was talking about Yvette. He picked up some documents and said, "I will return after you."

Mark gave a faint response and strode out of the office. But the moment he walked past Summer, his footsteps seemed to pause for a moment spontaneously.

As short as the encounter was, it caused such a strong

emotional perturbation. It was not until he disappeared from her sight that Summer took a deep breath to relax her tense muscles, and to become natural again. But her heart was thumping even more violently than before, as if it was going to burst out of her chest.

She was not even his ex-wife in his eyes, and at most was just a stranger, as his eyes had already made it clear.

He was also a stranger in her eyes, and so there was n o need for her emotions to be affected by a stranger. Was it not?

She was chatting with Jazz in the car, but she was obviously absent-minded.

After a while, they arrived downstairs at her apartment. Summer thanked Jazz before he drove away.

"Mr. Valentine, we were divorced four years ago. Please address me by my name." She frowned and reminded him indifferently.

His lips curled up in a sneer, but he said nothing.

Striding over with his tall body casting a shadow over her, he stared straight into her eyes silently for a long time before he spoke with a deep and cynic voice.

"You are as docile as a little sheep when you are with Jazz, but with me, you have thorns all over your body, eh?"

"This has nothing to do with you, Mr. Valentine." She pressed her lips together and looked at the man in front of her coldly.

Mark reached out his slender fingers to pinch her delicate chin and looked at her with his piercing eyes, as if it was an act of punishment. "Settling for the second best-so you are now planning to seduce Jazz, huh?"