The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 308

Jazz was just as astonished as Summer was. But he quickly regained his composure. "Mark?"

The leather chair turned slowly, and Mark stubbed out the cigarette in his hand and revealed his

charming face.

When his eyes swept across Summer, a cold light, which was deep and dark, as if he was about to

swallow her whole, flashed across his eyes. He then acknowledged Jazz.

"What are you doing here?"

"She asked me to bring you back for dinner in the Valentine mansion." Taking back his gaze from

Summer, Mark had little emotion on his face, as if he was only seeing an insignificant stranger.

Mark did not say who she was, but Jazz knew that he was talking about Yvette. He picked up some

documents and said, "I will return after you."

Mark gave a faint response and strode out of the office. But the moment he walked past Summer, his

footsteps seemed to pause for a moment spontaneously.

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emotional perturbation. It was not until he disappeared from her sight that Summer took a deep breath

to relax her tense muscles, and to become natural again. But her heart was thumping even more

violently than before, as if it was going to burst out of her chest.

She was not even his ex-wife in his eyes, and at most was just a stranger, as his eyes had already

made it clear.

He was also a stranger in her eyes, and so there was n o need for her emotions to be affected by a

stranger. Was it not?

She was chatting with Jazz in the car, but she was obviously absent-minded.

After a while, they arrived downstairs at her apartment. Summer thanked Jazz before he drove away.

Turning around and taking a long breath, Summer suppressed her emotions that should not have

arisen i n the first place, and regained her usual indifference and calmness.

She lost her composure earlier only because she was not mentally prepared for the unexpected

encounter. She would not react the same way again in the future -definitely not.

At the corner of the apartment, a man was standing arrogantly and staring coldly at the approaching

woman. His tall body was in the shadow under the stairs, his outline was cold, and his deep black eyes

shone like the eyes of a night wolf.

She was walking forward, unaware of her surroundings. But when she stepped into the stairwell, a

deep male voice suddenly came. "Mrs. Valentine."

The sudden voice freaked Summer out. She trembled slightly and spun around to look.

She was stunned when she was eye to eye with the man.

But Summer quickly snapped back and took a deep breath, then stood still, looking him in the eyes

unflinchingly.

"Mr. Valentine, we were divorced four years ago. Please address me by my name." She frowned and

reminded him indifferently.

His lips curled up in a sneer, but he said nothing.

Striding over with his tall body casting a shadow over her, he stared straight into her eyes silently for a

long time before he spoke with a deep and cynic voice.

"You are as docile as a little sheep when you are with Jazz, but with me, you have thorns all over your

body, eh?"

"This has nothing to do with you, Mr. Valentine." She pressed her lips together and looked at the man in

front of her coldly.

Mark reached out his slender fingers to pinch her delicate chin and looked at her with his piercing eyes,

as if it was an act of punishment. "Settling for the second best-so you are now planning to seduce Jazz,

huh?"