The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 319

She stared at the things inside the paper bag, and the corners of her mouth curled up in a mockery.

It had been four years since they last met. She did not know that he had become so thoughtful. NôvelDrama.Org © content.

After changing into the new pants and tidying up things, Summer opened the cubicle door, washed her

hands, and then walked out.

Mark was leaning against the wall by the window outside the ladies' room. He must have been waiting

for her for a long time.

"Since you have come out, Ms. Hart, let's talk." He now stood straight, his eyes dark that looked like a

bottomless pool fixating on her.

"I don't think there is anything to talk about between u s. There is even no need for us to talk," Summer

said flatly, her face calm.

She then walked away without looking at him again.

Mark looked on and frowned as she went, his charming face getting colder and colder. His lips twitched

as he slowly forced words through his teeth." Charlotte Hart..."

The name startled Summer. The next second, her heart thumped uncontrollably and her palms were

sweaty.

She stood on the spot and turned her head around with the corners of her mouth raised in a calm and

distant smile. "What do you mean, Mr. Valentine?"

Mark looked at her, his charming eyebrows arched as he walked towards her slowly, and then looked

down a t her with a pair of dark eyes. "Are you sure about the child's identity, Ms. Hart?”

"Whose child would she be if not my brother's? You think she is yours?" She sounded calm and

nonchalant.

"Why not? Why can't she be my child?" Mark's deep voice and every word he said sent her heart

pounding.

She closed her hands and sank her fingernails into the skin of her palms until she felt the pain. She

then sneered. "You have a fantasy prone personality or some other mental illness, Mr. Valentine? I

can't believe that you are taking the child of others as your own. See a psychiatrist.”

Mark smiled instead of getting angry. His lips curled upward as he clutched her chin with his well-

proportioned hand and looked her in the eyes. "Since she is your brother’s child, why does she look

like you, and even more like me?"

Summer raised her hand and smacked his hand away. "Of course, she looks like me; I am her aunt.

But I can't see how she looks like you."

Mark was not agitated, and he now said nothing but stared at her and chuckled with the corner of his

lips upturned.

His smile gave out nothing of his emotion, but it freaked out Summer. He hid his thoughts and emotions

so well that she could not read him.

Still staring at her with his dark and charming eyes, Mark leaned forward, drawing his face closer to

hers but stopping short of kissing her on the lips.

Summer frowned. She felt a faint tingling sensation. Using all the strength she could muster, she tried

to push him away.

Knowing that she would resist, he held her hands with his muscular hands and raised them above her

head, and clamped her kicking legs between his to restrain her.

He then brazenly licked the tiny black mole on her neck while a deep voice came out through his

mouth." As long as I think she looks like me, then she looks like me. And let me remind you that the

outcome will silence you. Let’s wait and see."