The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 318

After a while, Mark got up from his chair and headed out of the private box without a word.

"Where are you going, Mark?" Jazz looked up.

"I've got to answer a call." Mark waved his phone in his hand and walked out calmly.

Summer dashed into the ladies' room and took off her pants, which were stained. There was no way to

clean i t.

But this was not the point. The thing was, she did not have a sanitary napkin in her handbag. Things

got worse when she found she did not even have any tissue paper.

Her period usually was delayed for three or four days. This time, it came a week earlier. She was

caught unprepared.

There was no toilet paper in the washroom, either. So she sat on the toilet and felt what a bad day she

had today.

All the bad things seemed to have come upon her at once.

She let out a hapless sigh, unsure what to do for a moment. The only way was to call Jazz and ask him

if he could help her buy a pack of sanitary napkins.

It would be embarrassing, but that was the only way.

She took out her cell phone from her handbag and was about to call Jazz when the deep voice of a

man called her name in the washroom.

She could not help but tremble for a second. It was clearly Mark's voice. But what was he doing in a

ladies ' room?

She frowned but did not respond. Mark became impatient. "Tell me if you want sanitary napkins." This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

'Sanitary napkins?' Summer hesitated for a moment." Yes!”

"Which cubicle are you in?" His magnetic voice turned deeper.

"Just put it on the floor and I will pick it up." Her voice was flat and cold. She gritted her teeth, feeling

embarrassed, but she would not reveal it in front of him.

She then heard something was placed on the floor, and then Mark spoke. "We need to talk when you

come out afterward."

Summer's hand holding the doorknob trembled involuntarily.

His words were unnerving her for no reason.

'We need to talk...'

What did he want to talk about? She could not stop speculating in her mind.

There was nothing more to talk about between them since they were divorced. Could it be that he

became suspicious of Charlotte’s identity?

But his reaction had been calm, without the slightest emotional fluctuation all this while. Apart from

trying to hold Charlotte and staring at Charlotte for a long time, there was nothing amiss about him.

Perhaps she was overthinking. But she could not rule out this possibility, could she?

With a complicated thought, she pushed the cubicle door open ajar and saw a white paper bag on the

floor.

She was taken aback for a moment, then bent over to pick it up, and closed the door back again.

She reached into the paper bag and saw a pack of sanitary napkins, a pack of pads of the same series,

and a pair of white cropped shorts.