The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 266

Yvette thought, 'I can't possibly suggest to mom directly for Raine to tag along. That would be too

improper, but maybe I could secretly...'

Passing over the schedules and itineraries she prepared, Ms. Moore ordered, "You should help them

pack as their mother for them to get ready and leave a s soon as possible."

When she heard her mom’s orders, Yvette's eye twitched in anger as she scoffed quietly to herself.

She angrily thought, 'I will never help Summer pack. Unless pigs could fly, there was no way in h*ll I

would.'

However, she still reached out and took over the itineraries. She desperately wanted to know where

they were headed for their honeymoon

Summer had heard Yvette's voice coming from the living room while she was in her room. In an instant,

she had lost the desire to step out of her room.

She was willing to skip her breakfast just to avoid meeting with Yvette. She did not want to ruin her

mood for the day so early in the morning.

She sat still in her room and waited. When she could not hear Yvette anymore as she had left, only did

Summer step out to the living room.

"You're awake. Come, sit. I'll go get you a fresh cup of juice. Wait here," Ms. Moore smiled as she

spoke up.

Upon seeing Ms. Moore leaving, Summer quickly walked over and said, "I can do it. You should sit and

rest."

Ms. Moore responded, "Even though I may be an old lady, but my body isn't that fragile. Besides,

regular exercises are good for my mental and physical health s o moving about is good for me.

Summer had stepped into the kitchen but was pushed out by Ms. Moore. Feeling defeated, she could

only take her seat at the dining table.

Mark was dressed in a suit as he walked out of the dressing room with his long legs. He helped Ms.

Moore to set up and placed the dishes that she prepared on the table.

Since there was no juice, she had drunk milk instead. As she took a gulp of the milk, her brows

furrowed, and she had almost puked it out.

Ever since she was a child, she would react so when she had drunk milk, specifically cow's milk. She

just couldn't stand how it tasted, and she felt that it tasted weird from other milk.

He swept past her with the corners of his eyes, and he furrowed his brows slightly. Moving his lips, his

deep voice sounded gentle as he asked, "Do you want some sugar?"

Ms. Moore was just sitting right there with them. It would be rude to accept if she wasn't the one who

had offered. Summer lowered her head and flatly replied," Nope."

His eyes darkened as he watched her every move. The coldness from his gaze threatening to surround

and trap her.

Pretending not to feel it, she drank her glass of milk and had a soft-boiled egg. All the while ignoring his

existence.

The two had filled the dining area with faint tension. A s perceptive as she was, Ms. Moore could tell

from one glance that something was going on between them. However, she had said nothing and only

glanced at them periodically.

For a moment, there was only silence in the dining area. It was utterly quiet.

Then, Mark pushed his cup of joe away and stood up. His slender fingers fixed the cuffs of his suit, and

his narrow eyes looked up as he said, "Summer, please go t o my study and retrieve some documents

for me."

Hearing so, Summer paused as she held onto her glass of milk. Her brows furrowed again as she

stood still.

It was Ms. Moore who had finally spoken up, "Go help him."

As soon as her words left her mouth, she winked at her grandson sneakily, implying, 'See, your wife

has

got it.'

In Summer's point of view, since Ms. Moore had also requested for her to go, she naturally wouldn't

have an objection to the request. She turned on her heel and headed to the study. As expected, she

had noticed the documents on the desk. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

When she stepped out again, she saw his tall and lean figure stepping out of their apartment. Feeling

annoyed, she quickly tried to catch up to him.