The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 245

Staring at him indifferently, Summer heaved a sigh of relief. But seeing her rooted to her spot, Mark felt

a little displeased and exclaimed deliberately, "Aren't you seeing me off, Mrs. Valentine?"

Summer remained silent but the principal who stood beside her spoke first, his chubby face brimming." Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Yes, yes, she will. Won’t you, Ms. Hart?"

"..." Summer felt her face flinching.

However, she remained still. The anxious principal gave her a light push from behind and exchanged

looks with her.

Although the principal didn't realize it, his glaring eyes exposed his intense expression so much that

only the blind couldn’t notice it.

As he watched them exit the staff room, the principal brimmed as he continued praising, "Why is it that

Ms. Hart has become so beautiful?"

Another teacher exclaimed, "Ms. Hart has always been beautiful!"

"Exactly, she has always been beautiful." The principal clapped and continued praising.

Summer accompanied Mark to his car and turned around to leave.

But Mark wasn't planning to let her go. He grabbed her on the arm and kissed her on the lips.

Her lips were painted with glossy pink lipstick, and they were very alluring.

"Goodbye, Mrs. Valentine..."

By the time Summer had recovered, Mark was already in his black Land Rover, and drove steadily

away.

Summer frowned as she looked at her lips through the mirror. After staring at the departing car, she

returned to the school.

Yvette only realized that Mark had left after she returned from the back garden. She could guess that

the outcome wasn’t pleasant when she saw Baine's dismal expression as she remained seated on the

sofa.

Moving her eyes after lunch, Yvette made a phone call to Mark and insisted that he return to Valentine

mansion in the afternoon.

But it was already 7:00 pm when Mark returned.

Yvette looked at the time and said, "I’ve not had foie gras for a long time, shall we go get some?"

"What did the doctor say?" Mark asked as he frowned and changed his posture and glanced at his

watch.

"The doctor didn't forbid me from eating foie gras. He only instructed me to hold my temper. Besides,

it's been a long time since you and I had dinner together.

Can’t you accompany me today? It's very lonely to have foie gras alone, Jazz isn’t around and there's

no one to talk with. Sigh..."

As Yvette sighed, she deliberately appealed to empathy. "But, if you need to leave urgently, I’ll be

alright on my own. I'll wash up and go to bed."

Frowning, Mark asked in a soft tone, "Where are we going for foie gras?"

Yvette immediately brightened up. "You agreed. My son still knows me the best. Let's go."

Seeing her dressed in thin clothing, Mark called out to a maid, "Bring a coat for Madam.”

The maid went upstairs as instructed. Yvette was rejoicing in her heart, and she conveniently said, "If w

e leave the mansion, Baine will be left alone. She hasn't had dinner too, let's bring her along."

"Okay..." Mark dully replied.

Yvette tried to study his expression; however, it was too profound that she couldn't make any sense out

of i t.

She gave up trying. Nevertheless, she wasn't in a hurry, all she needed to do was to go according to

her plan.

Baine came downstairs, her ebony black hair glittered as they spread across her shoulders. She wore

a long vintage dress and had a black down jacket draped over her.

She appeared casual but had adorned herself elaborately. She wore a tassel earring to match her

dress. It was neither gold nor silver but it exhibited a vintage elegance.