The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 323

She could have held her head high and told him in no uncertain terms that Charlotte was hers. He had

given up Charlotte and should not want her back. But why could she not do that?

This was not her, not her temperament.

"This is normal, because you love Charlotte so much. Besides, Charlotte has become a part of your

life, or even a part of you. You could not help thinking when sensing the slightest sign of danger, and

what would happen to you if you lost her. So you will not tolerate anyone taking her away. As time goes

by, it has formed a conditioned reflex. So when he appeared, your first reaction was not how to face

him but thinking about hiding Charlotte so that he won't find out. Only in this way will you feel at ease."

Daisy let out a sigh before she continued. "All mothers think alike. I can understand that you love

Charlotte and care about her so much. That’s why you put yourself i n this situation, and even your

sober sanity is now affected."

Upon hearing that, Summer started to think clearly, as if a lost child found its way home.

"So be yourself, and face the problem head-on. Don’t b e afraid and don't think too much. Besides, you

have m

e and your dad." “Mom, thank you." Summer leaned over to hug her.

"Now, go to bed. Charlotte might wake up in a while if without you.”

"Okay, I'm going to bed now. You go to bed earlier, too. Good night."

Lying on the bed and thinking about what her mom said over and over in her mind, Summer knew that

what her mom said made complete sense.

She had told of all her worries, her trying to hide, and her panic of the past two days.

The truth would out one way or another; she could not hide it forever.

If she wanted to keep Charlotte by her side, she had to face the challenge head-on, unlike what she

had done for the past two days.

After thinking it through, the burden that had been weighing her down for some time finally eased. She

lay on the bed, hugging Charlotte, and fell asleep.

On the other side, in the president's office of the Valentine Group.

The sleeves of Mark’s white shirt were slightly rolled u p, strands of hair dangling over his forehead. He

looked casual, lazy, yet charming. He flipped through documents with his slender fingers, his

expression revealing nothing of his emotions.

There was a knock on the door. "Come in," he said without looking up.

Harry, Mark’s assistant, walked in. "Are you looking for me, Mr. Valentine?"

Mark dug into his pants pocket and fished out a few strands of hair. Wrapping the hair in an expensive NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

silk handkerchief, he handed it to Harry.

Harry took it in his hand. While he was still puzzled, Mark plucked a few of his own hair and handed

them t o him, too. "Do a paternity test," he ordered succinctly.

'Paternity test?’ Harry froze for a while, wondering since when did the company president have a child.

But when he thought of Summer, the innocently beautiful teacher, he understood everything.

Before he left, Mark said again with his deep voice, "B e quick."

"Yes, Mr. Valentine."

His eyes curled up along with his lips. There was a light in his eyes.