The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 179

Raine played with the cutlery on the table, stealing glances at Mark.

Yvette, on the other hand, was obviously upset by Summer’s behavior. 'Does she even know her Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

priorities? She should really have a better judgment, how could she spend so much time on a phone

call on a day like this!'

Jazz wanted to look for her outside but quickly discarded the thought after he saw Yvette's expression.

It was his brother's birthday today. He really didn't want to cause a scene and turn his day upside

down.

The clock was ticking. The dishes had all arrived at their table - some of them even got cold. But

Summer was still nowhere to be seen.

Mark lowered his head and checked the time on his wrist, squinting his eyes.

It had already been 30 minutes since he left the washroom.

Suddenly, Mark stood up and told everybody at the table, "I'll go make a call..."

As soon as he left the restaurant, his strides became wider. He walked as fast as the wind, heading

towards

the women's restroom.

Watching his figure disappearing from the entrance, Raine looked back to the table. She took a sip of

the dessert. Though it was sweet, it only tasted bitter in her mouth.

Unknowingly, her hands had turned into fists, pinching the coat that she was wearing. She was worried

that the reason Mark left the table was not for a phone call but to look for Summer.

But by the looks of the situation, she knew that she was not in the place to chase after him. All she

could d o was sit on her chair and wait.

In the restroom was a female staff cleaning the toilet. Once she lifted her head, she was met with a

man with charming features. The handsome man had a strong build, and he was rushing into the

women’s restroom.

Startled, she let out a yelp, wanting to remind the man that he was in the wrong restroom. However,

she held her tongue when she saw him opening all the doors of the toilet cubicle as if he was searching

for something.

'With such good looks, he wouldn't be some sick p* rvert, right?'

The cleaner was confused as she glued her back onto the wall, inching closer to the exit.

Suddenly, Mark turned and faced the cleaner. Looking down at her, he spoke in a deep voice, "Where

is the woman that was here?"

"W-what woman...?’’ stuttering, the cleaner answered.

"The woman in beige..."

"I... When... When I came in... I saw her leaving the hotel already..."

He furrowed his brows. It was apparent that he was angry. Anyone could sense his rage as the aura he

exhibited was awfully cold and frightening.

At that moment, the cleaner was scared witless to the point where she could not speak. Her back was

still to the wall, trembling.

Mark stopped staring at her as he pulled a long face, marching out of the restroom. He reached his

hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone, dialing Summer’s number.

The first call ended with a recorded robotic voice telling him to try again later as no one picked his call.

When he called for the second time, Summer had already switched off her phone...

Upon hearing this, Mark's face went grim. He went back to the restaurant and took his black

trenchcoat, flatly telling the three people seated at the table," Let’s go."

Yvette was confused, "Where are we going?"

"Back to the mansion..."

"You barely had anything for dinner, why are you rushing back?"

Looking at the bountiful and appetizing dishes on the table, Mark hardly felt tempted to eat them. He

had no appetite and flatly said, "You guys can go back to the mansion later if you’re not full. I'll head

home first...”