The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 205

But at the same time, the landlady could not quite understand something. Judging by Mark's attire,

graceful and dignified way of speaking, deeds, and every move, and his car that was worth millions, he

was a rich man. But why did he stay in such a place?

The landlady shook her head, stretched as she walked toward the nearby square for her morning

exercises.

Summer was still asleep when Mark returned. He did not wake her up, but sat at the dining table and

pecked at the breakfast.

After that, he put the rest of the breakfast in a heatinsulation container, checked the time, picked up his

black coat and left. He had to attend an international conference at 7:30 am, and it was 7:00 am now.

It was 7:10 am when Summer woke up. The first thing she did by instinct was to glance down at the

floor.

The quilt on the floor had been folded up and placed aside neatly, and there was no sound coming from

the living room. Obviously, he had already left.

She got out of bed and freshened up. Because she woke up late, she had little time for breakfast. So

she planned to heat a glass of milk.

When she came into the kitchen, she was puzzled

when she saw a heat-insulation container on the stove. She walked over and opened it up, only to see

that there was orange juice and hot chocolate inside.

On the side were a baguette, croissant, pancake, and even two hard-boiled eggs.

She did not have to guess who bought these things. But she was a little surprised because he did this.

She arrived on time at the school, but just barely.

When she came to the classroom, she found that Jazz's place was still vacant. She asked the

substitute teacher who went to the self-study session last night and was told that the seat had always

been vacant.

That meant Jazz did not come to school all day.

She frowned, walked out of the office, and called Maria in the Valentine mansion. "Maria, did Jazz

return home?"

"No, he didn't come home all night."

At this time, her eyebrows were knitted tightly together. She dialled Jazz’s number, but he did not

answer.

He did not return home nor come to school. So where did he go?

After a while, she dialled his number again. This time, she was finally connected, and her face

brightened up.

When she heard noises and the PA broadcast in the background, her heart skipped a beat and she

could not help clenching the phone with both hands. "Jazz, where are you now?"

The PA broadcast in the background was apparently a t the airport. But what was he doing at the

airport?

"Airport." Jazz replied honestly.

Hearing that, Summer's breathing became quicker. Still with the phone to her ear, she hurried out of the

school. “Don't go anywhere, Jazz. I will be there soon."

After flying out of the school, she waved down a taxi and jumped in, panting. "Airport, please."

The taxi was going at a not-so-slow speed, but for the anxious Summer, it was still too slow.

Sitting in the front passenger seat, she kept urging the driver to speed up. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

The driver was patient and said nothing, trying his best to accommodate his passenger’s request.

Even so, it was two hours later when Summer arrived a t the airport. She was sweating on her back

even though it was in the mid-winter.