The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 351
Summary for Chapter 351: The President's Accidental Wife
Chapter 351 – Highlight Chapter from The President's Accidental Wife
Chapter 351 is a standout chapter in The President's Accidental Wife by Floria, where the pace intensifies and character dynamics evolve. Rich in drama and tension, this part of the story grips readers and pushes the Billionaires narrative into new territory.
"No, there are so many grapes here that are waiting to be picked. Why do you want to pick those at the highest point?” Summer asked, with no hesitation.
"Because those grapes are red and big. I want those.” Charlotte was insistent, looking at the grapes at the highest point.
"I would weigh down Mark,” Summer said in a soft voice.
When Charlotte was about to speak, a deep voice drifted over. "You won't. Just climb onto my back.”
Charlotte nodded her head like a chick. "Mark is a man, and Mommy won’t weigh him down, just like a monster can't beat Ultraman, and Mommy can't weigh down Mark."
Summer really did not know whether to laugh or cry upon hearing Charlotte’s logic. She wondered what was going on in her little head.
She could understand why a child would think this way. But why would Mark also want to echo what Charlotte said?
"Charlotte, stop messing around. The grapes here are big, too. Let's pick the grapes here, okay?” "No." Charlotte's voice was loud. She turned away to
ignore Summer. She was apparently angry.
"Charlotte, I am getting angry." Summer raised her voice.
"It is obviously your fault, yet you get angry. Had I grown as tall as you, I wouldn't have to ask for your help." She raised her voice again and then ignored the two of them.
Mark came up and stood in front of Summer, then squatted down. "Climb onto my shoulders."
Who was he to order her around? Summer glanced at him and ignored him.
He seemed to feel no pain. Instead, he was cool about i t and even gave her a kind reminder. "You have two choices. One is to continue this stalemate, and two is t o pick the grapes quickly, and then it will end."
Summer wished she could smack him on the head.
And Charlotte was still urging her on, her face flushing under the scorching sun.
Finally, Summer chose to compromise.
Mark's tall and steady body stood straight while Summer was sitting on his shoulders.
Meanwhile, Charlotte was excitedly giving instructions under the grape trellis. "On the left, Mommy! Right, Mommy!"
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