The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 242

The light makeup was very suitable for her, simple yet exquisite. It brought out her pink, rosy cheeks,

and her lips seemed soft and juicy, just like jelly.

Mark squinted his eyes and furrowed his brows, "Is it necessary to wear make up for a lecture?” he NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

said with a dissatisfied tone.

She continued to put lip gloss on. She did not bother t o even look at him.

It was said to be light makeup, but in fact, due to pregnancy, she barely put anything besides a little bit

of eyeliner and some lip gloss on her face.

Then, she took her purse from the table and headed outside. "Don’t forget to do the dishes," she said

as she walked towards the door.

Hearing that, Mark felt speechless. His eyes could not help but twitch slightly. At the very next second,

he took the keys on the table with his slender fingers and followed right at the heels of his wife.

The car stopped in front of the school's main entrance. Summer opened the car door and wanted to

step out. Mark quickly grasped her arm, his brows knitted, "Are you going to leave just like that?" "I will

remember to put on lip gloss," she ended the

topic quickly and rushed into the school compound. It was heard that there would be a famous lecturer

from other schools visiting today. She needed to prepare well for the class. It was important to conduct

the class flawlessly. Thus, she couldn't afford any mistakes.

A trace of displeasure flashed across his eyes, 'It seems that Mrs. Valentine's actions have been out of

line lately. Does she still remember my position, as her husband?', he thought to himself.

Without staying for long, he left the school and drove towards the Valentine mansion.

Raine was sitting in the living room when Mark arrived. As she looked at the man with a well-built figure

walking, her eyelashes fluttered, and she felt nervous.

Mark glanced over at the scene. His handsome face remained cold and showed no signs of

fluctuations in emotion. Without hesitation, he made big strides with his long legs and headed upstairs

quickly.

Seeing that, Raine followed him closely. Her hands, which hang down at the sides, were gently

clenched. She was overwhelmed with emotions to the point that she was slightly trembling.

Mark went to Yvette's room, and there was a maid cleaning. The windows were left open to let in some

fresh air. The maid was busy trimming the branches o f the potted plants on the balcony.

"Where is the lady?" he asked with a deep voice.

"Madam went to the garden. She said she wanted to exercise there," responded the maid quickly.

Mark nodded slightly and left the room. When he was walking along the long corridor, someone

abruptly grasped his hand and pulled him. With a forceful tug, the tall man was suddenly pulled into a

room.

It was Raine's room.

Yet Mark's reflexes were as fast as lightning. With his right arm, he grabbed the wrist pulling him and

twisted it rapidly. The pain was unbearable, that Raine could not help but hiss loudly.

Only then, Mark saw that it was Raine, his eyes flashing with a strand of astonishment. Then slowly, h

e let go of her...

Raine gently massaged her reddened wrist while staring at him. Her gaze was filled with affection,

excitement, and indescribable overjoy...

However, those emotions only appeared for a moment before she repressed them within a blink of an

eye, restoring her calm.

She was again the old Raine, gentle, graceful, and poised, like the orange blossoms that bloom in

winter times.

The waves of emotions washed over her, one wave after another, drowning her slowly. Raine pursed

her lips and kept silent, thinking about how to express her feelings and thoughts.

Mark lazily leaned against the wall behind him and crossed his long legs elegantly. He folded his arms

before his chest and sneered, "How can I help you, my aunt?"

Hearing so, she bit her lips so hard that it left an imprint on her lower lip.

It seemed like she did not know how to start the conversation. Hesitation, uncertainty, those negative

feelings overwhelmed her, tearing her apart.

Looking into his enchanting eyes, which were deep as vortexes, she felt captivated, as though she

were slowly sinking into them, but she did not dodge, not even trying to escape. Instead, she remained

calm and looked straight back at him, then she opened her lips slightly and pronounced slowly and

solemnly.

"Do you still want me?"