The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 39

"Brother, I hope you would let her go soon if you don't truly love her," said the younger boy sternly.

"As of now, she is my wife, and I don’t think I have to remind you of your place and what you should or

shouldn't do."

Despite sounding nonchalant, Mark's brows furrowed while solemnity reflected from his eyes.

"I will give you my blessing if she's happy with you, but if I find out you're not treating her well, you'll

see!" Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Facing Summer's direction and watching her for one last time, Jazz told his brother, "I'm going to stay

in the school dorms from today onwards. Do me a favour, and let mom know."

Since she's now part of the family, Jazz figured that they would probably bump into each other

occasionally so to prevent that, he thought it would be best for him to stay in school instead. Starting

the car, the black Land Rover went back on the road.

Playing with the gloves she was wearing, Summer sighed quietly as she thought of Jazz.

From the corner of his eyes, Mark watched her and his face darkened as he saw what was atop of her

hands.

"How many people have you knitted gloves for?" he

asked as something swirled in his orbs.

Hearing his voice, she snapped back and looked at him puzzled. She swiftly replied, "Just for the both

of you.”

But what she didn’t tell him was that the gloves she gave him were actually meant for her dad.

He felt his lips twitch up into a smile and turned to face her while teasing her, "So how do you feel

about meeting up with another man who had feelings for you with your husband watching?"

Feeling tired from the events of the day, she took a small yawn and glared at him.

"You don’t have to tease me. Weren't you the one who made me call and go to him even though you

knew of his feelings?”

With her cheeks flushed and the small sleepy voice she spoke with, she looked like a cute yet feeble

kitten, and her pale and prominent collarbone peeking out made her all the more endearing.

Like a hunter spotting his prey, his eyes were sharp as he took in her appearance. Pulling her into his

chest, his lips pursed and his face inched closer to hers.

Instinctively, she turned her face away.

But he kept her head in place as he placed his hand o n the back of her head. His voice was deep

when he said, "I believe you'll have to do what I say now, yes?"

She froze when she remembered the deal they made previously.

Frustrated, she knew he purposely set her up.

"Seeing as we're married, don't you think 'Miss Hart' is too formal? If anything, it should be Mrs

Valentine now. Don't you think?"

He said as he tucked her hair behind her ears.

'Who knew he could act so improper when he always had such a graceful and polite demeanour?’ she

mumbled to herself.

"Improper? Tell me how am I being improper right now?" he pressed on as he heard her soft mumbles.

His voice was deep and he seemed to smile lightly with his eyes as he parked the car swiftly in the

garage.

"Mrs Valentine, don't you want to call me 'Hubby' for a change, hmm?"

"No! Get lost!"

The next day.

She was rudely woken up by the chimes from the doorbell. Drowsily, she lifted her body and sat up.

She quickly noticed that she was alone in the room. The man who slept beside her had left already.

The events of the nights prior came back to her, and she bit her lip while covering her face in

embarrassment and wondered, 'What is wrong with m e?’

The doorbell rang again.

'It's only 7 a.m.! Who could it be at this hour?'

After taking deep breaths to calm herself down, she went to get changed and dragged herself to

answer the door.

Wearing a coat made of mink fur and carrying a luxurious purple tasselled purse, Yvette appeared

before her looking dazzling and lavish.