All Chapters of The President's Accidental Wife: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Summer glanced at him and frowned after checking the time.She needed to go to work, but she could not lock the door unless he left. That meant she had to wait for him.Mark could see her in his peripheral vision. His brows turned up along with his lips as he ate at a slow pace.He pecked at the food, a little at a time, as if he was enjoying it. He knew her weaknesses.When Summer’s expression started to change, he started to feel less upset.He could bear with her anger, but he did not like that distant look on her face.Summer checked the time again. It was 7:00 am, and she needed to be in school at 7:20 am. So she had only 20 minutes left. It usually took about eighteen minutes to walk from where she lived to the school, and she had to sign in at the school every time. She knew she would be late if she did not head out now.But Mark did not seem like he was going to leave. He was still enjoying his breakfast at a slow pace.Summer furrowed her brows again. She remained si

Yvette slapped the newspaper onto the table.A striking headline spread across the front page in red: ‘Summer Hart Spends a Night with Her Lover.’Candid photos of a tall man embracing Summer in his arms, with his black jacket on her, were under the headline. The man was seen whispering into her ear, probably talking about some lovey-dovey stuff. Their actions looked intimate.A second photo showed Summer’s hand was through the man’s arm and her cheeks looked flushed. She must be drunk, and they were hugging each other tightly and going inside a room.As if on purpose, a photo of Mark was placed alongside these two photos to make a glaring, humiliating contrast.This undoubtedly aroused Yvette’s anger. She was so furious that her face contorted.“Where is my cell phone? Call Mark now!” She was in a rage. Something came to mind, and she suddenly said, “Wait a minute. Wait for Mark to come back.”‘This ill-bred woman has brought shame to the Valentine family!’She picked up her h

She guessed it right; Yvette was after this incident. “We are friends. That time I was drunk, and he took care of me all night.”Yvette’s face was filled with disdain. “Who would believe it?”“I believe her!” Jazz stood up from the settee.“There is no place for you to speak here. Just stay quiet.” Yvette shot a reprimanding glance at Jazz and then turned back to Summer. “Since you have lassoed Mark with the child in your womb and married into the Valentine family, can’t you keep your place? Why do you still mess around?”Summer’s face darkened and she said nothing. But Jazz lost his cool and shouted, “That’s enough!”“Enough of what? Jazz, have you seen that newspaper, and how she has made your brother a cuckold and brought shame to our family?” Yvette did not mince her words.Jazz really could not stand it anymore. “She is not that kind of person. I believe her. Those reporters made things up!”“You believe her? But I don’t. She still doesn’t know how to restrain herself even

Yvette slumped down on the settee, catching her breath.She could not believe that she had such a treacherous son.Summer looked at Jazz from behind as he stormed out of the house. She was worried about him and wanted to give chase.But Mark grabbed her wrist again, stopping her from doing so. She stood there and could do nothing.Just then, Summer suddenly realized that she was too reckless. If she gave chase, it would not do Jazz any good.Yvette looked at Mark. “Have you read today’s headlines?”“Yeah,” Mark said.“Don’t you have anything to say to me?”“The media are just trying to attract eyeballs by making up such headlines,” Mark said with a deep voice.Summer looked over at Mark with her eyes narrowed.Yvette was startled. “I checked the time. That night was your birthday. She made an excuse, saying that she had a stomachache, and left. But after that, she was in a man’s arms as they went into a room in the middle of the night.”Mark’s eyes narrowed, his voice indiff

Summer was even more puzzled. “Since you are from Class Ten, why not go back to your class?”A boy sitting in the front row put his hand to his forehead in an I-can’t-even fashion. “Ms. Hart, they are all here to see Jazz.”Hearing that, the female students sitting in the back rows nodded and became even more excited. “Why hasn’t Jazz come to class yet, Ms. Hart?”“Did he ask for leave? Did he say when he would return to school?”“Will he come this afternoon?”The girls were all scrambling to ask questions, as if Jazz was a celebrity and they were his diehard fan.Summer was bemused, knocking the blackboard eraser on the podium, and then said in a clear and loud voice, “This is a school, not a fan meeting. All go back to your class.”But those female students still refused to give up and continued to ask, “Will Jazz come to school this afternoon?”“Do you want the principal to ‘invite’ you all back personally?” These were truly diehard fangirls.Upon hearing this, those girls