The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 309

Sneering, Summer slapped his hand away.

"Instead of being nosy here, you should have gotten lovey-dovey with your lover. Besides, I have

nothing to do with you now. You have no right to interfere in my affairs, no matter who I want to

seduce." Her voice reeked of sharp cynicism.

Mark quirked his eyebrows, his eyes flickering as he looked at her with a smile instead of anger. "It

does not matter, but if you want to seduce Jazz, it will be another matter. My advice to you is to perish

the thought."

Having not seen him for four years, he had become even more good-looking, mature, and bewitching,

but a t the same time, more shameless.

"To give up or not, it is not up to you." She sneered provocatively.

Mark snorted a frosty smile as he stared at her. "Fine. We shall see."

The corners of Summer's eyes raised as she smiled and nodded. "So, can you leave now, Mr.

Valentine? The last thing I want is to be called a mistress."

This little pink mouth of hers had become more and more eloquent. He wished he could tear it off.

He leaned over and pulled her into his arms all of a sudden. Their bodies had zero distance. The next

second, he planted his lips on hers in fervent kisses.

She completely did not expect this. Immediately struggling with all her strength, she raised a hand and

slapped him across his charming face.

He did not dodge, but let her slap him in the face. His lips looked sharp as he looked at her coldly, as if

he would swallow her alive.

But Summer had no fear. Neither did she avoid him. Instead, she looked him straight in the eyes. "The

grass is always greener on the other side; is that what i s on your mind? Your beloved woman cannot

satisfy you, and you come back looking for an ex like me?" Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

"I wish I could rip that little mouth of yours apart— nothing good seems to come out of it.”

"Baine can say things that pleases you, gentle like a dove. You could hear as much as you could. Why

bother to come here to seek excitement?"

Mark said not a word. Instead, he squinted his long, narrow and dark eyes and stared fixedly at her. A

cold light flickering in his eyes seemingly wanted to freeze her into ice.

Summer did not want to be seen as weak. It had been four years and there was nothing between them

anymore. What right did he have to insult her like this?

But when she saw the conspicuous handprint on his charming face, the anger in her dissipated a bit,

and the handprint looked pleasing to her eyes.

Just then, she heard footsteps before the complaining voice of little Charlotte came through the

stairwell. She could hear it clearly. "Grandma, why hasn't Mommy come back? Does she not want

Charlotte anymore?"

"How could she not want you? You are so well-behaved and thoughtful. Your mommy just went out t o

buy you fairy tale story books. She will be back soon." It was Daisy's voice.

"But you said that just now Mommy will be back soon. I have waited for so long and she hasn't come

back. Grandma, was Mommy taken away by the big gray wolf?" There was a lump in her throat. "I don't

want fairy tales anymore. I just want Mommy back."

"Have you forgotten, Charlotte, that there are police officers? The police officers have guns that can kill

the big gray wolf. We will wait a little longer and Mommy will definitely come back."

Summer froze with bated breath as she heard the voices in the stairwell. She panicked, her body

shivering slightly involuntarily.