The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 327

Someone had picked her up?

Instinct told Summer who did it. She did not panic, but looked at Charlotte’s teacher. "Ms. Bailey, what did the person tell you?"

She could not think of anyone else other than Mark.

Speaking of Mark, Ms. Bailey thought of the perfect, charming man, who seemed to possess all the gracefulness and dignity, whose gestures were indescribably elegant.

She did not expect that Summer’s husband would be such a good-looking man. But then again, Summer was a beautiful and nice person, too. So they were a match made in heaven.

"He is... he is your husband. He came to pick up Charlotte," Nora said. "He showed me the marriage certificate. I only passed Charlotte to him after confirming his identity."

She could not believe that he even used the marriage certificate to bluff Nora. The fire of anger and cynicism consumed Summer.

She frowned when she thought of Charlotte, who disliked Mark judging by her reaction that day. So why did she still agree to go with him?

"What about Charlotte? Did he forcefully take her away, or did Charlotte agree to go with him?"

"I was here with Charlotte, waiting for you for about a n hour. I tried to call you but your phone was off. So I didn’t know what happened to you. It was at that time Mr. Valentine came and stated his intention and showed me the marriage certificate. I thought you had an emergency and couldn't come, and so asked Mr. Valentine to pick Charlotte up,” Nora slowly and carefully explained. "Charlotte said nothing, just took my hand and asked if the marriage certificate was true. I nodded, and then Charlotte followed Mr. Valentine away."

Summer pursed her dry lips and thanked her. "Thank you, Ms. Bailey. I owe you one."

Summer blamed herself. Had her cell phone's battery not been dead, she could have received Nora’s call and this thing would not have happened.

Jazz was in the shower, letting the hot water sprinkle on his head, and then flow down along his smooth and strong bronze chest.

Hearing the ringing of the cell phone, he made a long arm for it, pressed the answer button, and put the phone to his ear. "Hello?"

"Where are you now, Jazz?"

"I'm in the Valentine mansion. What's wrong?" He turned off the shower head, then reached for a towel t o wrap around his waist.

"Is he there right now?" she directly asked.