The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 267

He didn't enter the elevator. He just stood by the door, as though he was waiting for her.

Stepping over to him, she pushed the documents into his arms, and without saying anything else, she

turned and left.

The words had hung right onto his lips as they twitched, but before he could utter them, her slender

figure had gone out of sight. She had even shut the door.

‘How dare this woman!' he thought.

His brows seem to be knitted tighter. He glared at the door as if he had wanted his gaze to pierce

through the door and through her.

Ms. Moore waved to her, signaling for Summer to sit close to her, and she said gently, "Your mother-in-

law doesn't really have a good temper as she was spoilt since young. So, don't take what she does or

says to heart. You can just brush her off after. She's already in her late 40s. I don't think she's able to

change how she is now, so you might have to just bear with her."

"No, I think she's fine," Summer replied.

Ms. Moore is Yvette's mother after all, and it wouldn't b e nice to badmouth someone's daughter right in

front o

f their mother. No one would like to hear such complaints.

"And about Mark...” Ms. Moore paused then continued, "you'll notice that he isn't as cold as he seems

to be after spending some time with him. He's actually a very affectionate person."

Without saying anything, Summer only nodded her head when she heard what Ms. Moore said.

She had agreed with some parts of it. 'Mark truly looked like a cold and heartless man,' she thought.

But, she believed that in some cases, the colder someone might appear to be, the more affectionate or

dedicated they are as a lover.

‘However, this dedication and affection of his were only reserved for some people, someone like

Baine...'

"Great. I won't continue nagging now. Go pack and get ready. You guys can leave when Mark comes

home from work tonight," said Ms. Moore.

"Okay," Summer replied. Looking into Ms. Moore's eyes, she had forced out her reply even though she

had felt reluctant to.

After chatting with her for a moment more, Ms. Moore had wanted to visit Baine at the hospital. Before

she left, she had asked Summer if she wanted to head there together, but Summer declined politely.

She had already known the results-- Baine's injuries weren't severe, which she was relieved of. Hence

she did not follow along.

Since she couldn't attend her afternoon classes, and she didn't have the mood to go out, she

disinterestedly stuffed her luggage with only a few pieces of clothing and nothing else. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Mark had returned home earlier than usual. It was only 5 p.m., and he was already home.

Their ride was waiting for them downstairs. They got i n the car and headed to the airport, and they

boarded the plane. Then, the plane took off.

As she didn't sleep well the night before, she couldn't stop the drowsiness that was creeping up to her

when she leaned into her seat. She felt sleepier, and soon she had fallen asleep unconsciously.

When she awoke, she immediately realized that a black coat was draped over her body. Squinting her

eyes, she tilted them and saw the man who was dressed in a V-neck sweater sitting next to her had his

head low as he reviewed some documents.

The coat had felt warm. She took it off and passed it to him. Then, she looked outside the window and

realized it was pitch black. She couldn't see anything.

Lifting his gaze, Mark looked at her and asked, "You're awake?"

"Yep," she answered flatly without retracting her gaze.

He did not feel annoyed. He passed his coat to her and said, "Put it on."

"I don't need it," she rejected directly, and she intentionally said, "If you're in love with a woman, you

should commit to her and not go flirting around or giving hope to other women. They might

misunderstand."

She thought, 'If you love someone, just focus on loving them. Don't go close or even flirt with other

women.'