The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 265

Switching off the lights by the bed, the room fell pitch black, and only the faint sounds of their breaths

could be heard.

They were sleeping side by side on the same bed, and they were so close together, but it had felt as

though there was a distance where they were out of reach from one another.

It was when the night had become darker and quieter, did they hear a sudden ring for a received

message.

A toned arm reached over to the nightstand, Mark grabbed his phone and clicked on the message. It

was from Raine which read, "Have you slept? Good night."

The blue light emitted by his phone illuminated through the room, and Summer glanced over with the

corner of her eyes. Then, she held onto her blanket tightly as her brows knotted slightly. She knew that

the message was from Raine.

She thought, 'How should I even try to save this marriage? I really do not know.'

Without replying to the message, he merely glanced at it. He placed his phone back onto the

nightstand, and he shifted his eyes sideways. His dark eyes were met with hers as she too was looking

over to him. He

asked, "What really happened back at the mansion today?"

He did not believe that she was one who would cause harm to others, but he wanted to know what was

the reason that caused them to have such a big fight.

However, she had thought that he was deliberately interrogating her. After a long moment of silence,

with her heart feeling numbed, she spoke up coldly and mockingly, "I don't have anything to say. It was

just as you saw. You can just interpret it as you want!"

After saying so, she closed her eyes and never spoke u p again.

Hearing her words, Mark's large hands tightened as h e stared at her back fiercely, wishing to pierce

holes through it.

He was waiting for her to explain the truth to him, and he never had thought that she would be so

nonchalant and disdainful.

Does she think that there is no need to explain or even talk to me?' he thought.

His expressions wavered. He wanted to pull her soft and slender frame into his arms but had also

wanted t o just strangle her to death.

However, as he thought of her attitude moments ago, his rage reignited, and his desire for her was kept

away. He laid up straight and slept.

The next day.

In the morning.

Yvette came just as the breakfast was plated on the table. When she saw Ms. Moore, she complained,"

Mom, why didn't you stay at the mansion instead now that you're here? Why stay here?" Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Ms. Moore was having her orange juice as she eyed her, "Am I troubling you for choosing to stay here

at m y grandson's?"

"That's not what I meant. I'm just trying to say our mansion is huge, wouldn't it be better to stay there?

This place is quite small. There's not enough space."

"I think it feels pretty comfy. Mark, is Summer awake yet?" Ms. Moore asked as she turned her head

over to him.

"Yeah," he replied flatly.

Ms. Moore answered, "Call her out for breakfast. The orange juice is freshly squeezed, she should

drink it while it's fresh. And later, send her to school and get her to leave request settled. Then, both of

you can leave the day after tomorrow."

Yvette furrowed her brows and asked, "Where are they going?"

"To their honeymoon. I had planned the destination and schedules, do you have a problem with that?"

Hearing so, Yvette ground her teeth and said looking displeased, "Mom, why are you so nice to her?

The mother-in-law is already here yet the daughter has yet to greet her, and the mother has to call her

out for breakfast. How improper is that?"

"I'm nice to her because I like her. Can't I do so?

Speaking of which, when you were pregnant, didn't you only awoke at noon? You even had servants

serve you your breakfast. Is she not a pregnant woman now like you were? You of all people don't

deserve to criticize her," Ms. Moore said without filter, "She's her family's precious girl who was doted

on back at her home. She did not marry into our family for you to pick on. You don't have to be so harsh

on her."

Yvette did not show her displeasure on her face though her eyes had glinted with emotion. She asked i

n thought, "Mom, where did you plan for them to go for their honeymoon?"