The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 273

Nothing was spoken between the two as the air remained still. After some time, Raine broke the silence

and said, "Do you know why I fell down the stairs the other day?"

Mark's gaze shifted slightly. His tone was oddly cold and flat. "Why?”

"Summer and Yvette got into an argument that day. I a m not going to deny that it was Yvette who

brought up the contradictory topic. But there was also no denying that Summer pushed her. I wouldn’t

have fallen otherwise," said Raine. Never in a million years would she have thought that she would

become such a despicable person.

Mark's eyes remained deep as he responded coldly," It's in the past. There is no point talking about it

anymore.”

His words caught Raine off guard as she was not expecting him to say something so apathetic to such

a matter.

She thought he would start questioning about the incident that day and find out the cause of the fight.

After all, it was his own biological mother whom Summer pushed down the stairs!

His actions showed that he trusted Summer fully and unconditionally. This made her even more

cautious.

"Well, it seems like Summer really hates me. But who a m I kidding? What I am doing now is

unacceptable to anybody. How could I still expect her to like me?" Baine chuckled ironically, trying to

change the subject.

Mark ignored her as he pulled his toned body up from the bench and said, "The night is very cold. You

have just recovered, so you shouldn't be here for too long. W e should head back to the villa."

They barely spent twenty minutes together and have only exchanged a few lines. Baine felt

disappointed as she said mulishly, "But I want to be here for a little longer. Can you stay with me?"

Mark took off his black coat and draped it over her shoulders. His voice turned deep. "Don't be

stubborn. Let's go."

She could feel the warmth of his coat through her shirt, which melted away all her sadness. A smile

spread across her cheeks as she stood up. "Hey Mark, i t feels like we’re back to three years ago."

His lips twitched ever so slightly, but he remained silent. He just continued to wrap the coat around her

tighter.

Baine lifted the corners of her mouth and pulled herself closer to his arms. Mark shied away

instinctively, showing no emotions. His actions were s o subtle that they were unnoticeable to Baine.

By the time they got back into the mansion, Summer was no longer in the living room. She had

probably gone to rest. Though the villa was huge, it had only two rooms.

For now, Summer had one for herself, which naturally left the other room to be Raine's.

Mark walked Raine back to her room and spoke to her a little before going to the study room.

There was no bed in that room, only a leather chair. Casually, he sat on the leather chair and leaned

his back on the chair, closing his eyes.

As Raine noticed him walking into the study room, her mood turned bright. Raine felt happy, jovial, and

relieved.

As for Summer, she was wide awake, tossing and turning on the bed for a long period of time. There

was silence in her room. The sound of her own breathing was the only thing that could be heard.

It was at that moment she knew how terrifying it was t o get used to something. She got so used to his Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

company that she found the loneliness insufferable when he was not around.

But, she had no choice but to bear with it...

It was five in the morning when Summer woke up. She was not sleepy throughout the whole night. It

felt like she was half-awake the whole time.

Since she couldn't sleep, she got changed and walked out of her room. However, her body froze on the

spot a s soon as she stepped out of the door.

The door to Raine's room was left ajar at the same time. The first person to walk out was Mark, his shirt

covered in small creases. The first few buttons under the collar were also undone, exposing his smooth

chest.

His dark black hair was also a mess, looking sloppy. H e was taking in heavy and rapid breaths as if

they were just done with something.