The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 109

There was silence again. Summer figured that the atmosphere would be even more awkward if she

stayed a second longer.

So she found an excuse and left.

Once out of the ward, she took two deep breaths. She could not believe that Mark and Raine had dated

three years ago.

She could not stop her curiosity; was Mark the one making the first move, or was it Raine, three years

ago?

What were his feelings toward Raine when he dated her? And what about now? Did he still have

feelings for Raine?

The thoughts were killing her. She gave herself a knock on the head and tried to shake them from her NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

head. She felt she was going crazy.

But then, who had never had a relationship when one was young? It could be puppy love, or simply a

crush.

Even during her college years, she had a crush on a senior. She was crazy about him at the time that

her mind was filled with him, and she would miss him dearly when she did not see him for just a

moment.

But now, she had forgotten all that. She could not even

remember what that senior looked like.

Feelings fade with time, and everyone has a past.

When Summer was back in her room, Mark was working at the desk.

He glanced up at her when he heard her footsteps. He then continued his work.

Summer poured him a glass of water and placed it beside him, then stared at him.

He noticed her stare and narrowed his eyes. "Why are you looking at me, Mrs. Valentine?”

"I am curious a how many women have ever fallen for a good-looking man like you, and how many of

them you have dated," she said snappishly.

Summer had been letting loose her hair at home for the past few days. She now tied it into a ponytail.

But a few strands still escaped and dangled on the sides of her face, fluttering and looking sultry

whenever she moved about.

Mark raised his hand and drew the dangling hair behind her ears, then clasped the back of her head

and kissed her on the lips.

He let go of her when she started to lose her breath. H e swallowed involuntarily. "You are seducing me

by saying that, do you know?" he said with a hoarse voice.

She gasped for air and frowned, then shrugged in

disapproval. "Did I? Don't you think you have a cognitive problem?"

What had she said that made him think she was seducing him?

She was taunting him, insinuating that he was a womanizer, and pointing out his subtle hatred for her.

Yet he thought she was seducing him.

He leered at her with a lewd smile, then deliberately ran his tongue over her lips.

She felt a warmth on her lips, followed by an itchy sensation. By the time she knew what happened, he

had pulled away and was looking down at his damn files again. “Go pack your luggage," he said.

"What for?" She was puzzled.

"We are going back to Santabaca. Do you plan to live here forever?" He did not look at her.

"No. I just feel that this is too sudden." She licked her lips and then tried to sound him out. "Will Jazz

leave with us?"

"For sure." His eyes were still on the files.

"What about Uncle... I mean your dad?" she awkwardly corrected herself.