The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 355

Summer turned around and got out of the car without sparing a second glance at him. Mark’s deep gaze followed her as she went.

She looked up and saw Dean in uniform, standing outside the hotel. He was too hard to miss, as he looked unique and conspicuous.

"How long have you been waiting here?" She quickly paced over and asked.

"Just a while before you arrived. Is he in the car?" Dean glanced at the luxurious car.

Summer nodded.

"Where is Charlotte?"

"He took her back to the mansion. Let's go to a cafe over there." Standing at the hotel entrance where people came and go was not the best place to talk.

Besides, Dean was in uniform; he was attracting too much attention.

Dean nodded, and the two walked away side by side.

Sensing a piercing gaze coming from behind, Summer frowned. She glanced at the black car with the corner of her eyes and then ignored it.

Mark's chest was boiling with a nameless anger as he

stared at Summer from behind, a heavy and gloomy expression clouding his face.

Just after accepting his proposal, she turned around and walked away with another man. He wished he could go up and crush her shoulders with his hands.

He put his well-proportioned hands back on the steering wheel and drove forward with a sunken expression. 1

She got up from the settee and walked over, studying Charlotte with a mean expression.

This child was surely born to that woman, judging by the similarity between their eyebrows and eyes.

But it was also Mark's child. Her eyes, nose, and mouth looked very much like Mark's when he was small.

As beautiful as the child was, she could not bring herself to like her because of Summer. She not only disliked, but felt disgusted about the child, i

When she thought of how Summer repeatedly humiliated her and wanted to push her down the stairs, her disgust for Charlotte deepened.

Mark put Charlotte on the bed and then went into the bathroom to take a shower. He was sweating the entire day in the vineyard, and the sticky feeling made him frown in disgust.

He let the hot water flow down his body. As he rubbed his hand to the back of his neck, he thought of the afternoon scene. He closed his eyes, the sharp lines of his face softening as he rubbed his fingers that had touched the back of his neck a second ago over his lips. 1