All Chapters of The President's Accidental Wife: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

No matter how unhappy and resentful Summer was toward Raine, she kept it polite when talking to her. “Thank you, Aunt. But I don’t need it.”Likewise, Raine was resentful of Summer, but her expression remained the same, except for the slightly more serious tone of voice when she spoke.“Well then, you had better remember to keep a distance from those men around you.”Summer was pissed by what Rained said, but she fought back her anger. “I know. I will keep that in mind.”Raine furrowed her brows upon hearing Summer’s reply. “Since you know, why did you still do that?” She looked at Raine puzzledly. “Can you please be more specific about what I have done?”“The newspaper headlines have caused a squabble in the Valentine mansion. Shouldn’t you keep your distance and control your own behavior?” Raine’s voice slightly deepened as she was displeased with Summer’s behavior.Because of the headline news in the newspaper, the relationship between Yvette and Jazz had gone sour, and ther

Summer came out of her thought after a while and went into the kitchen to make a simple corn chowder. She then sat at the dining table and started eating, once again ignoring him completely. Mark found the water hard to swallow when he saw she was giving him the cold shoulder again. Gloominess shrouded his good mood, his deep squinted eyes staring at her from behind. “Let’s talk, Mrs. Valentine.” After taking a sip of the corn chowder, her hands and feet warmed up. She looked up at him and spelled out her words. “What does Mr. Valentine want to talk to me about? Is it about the tripartite relationship between the three of us? Since you refuse to divorce, then your intention must be to maintain the status quo. And the so-called status quo means that our marriage is just a transaction. When you have the right to interfere with my affairs, but I can’t with yours, what is the point of talking?” Mark narrowed his eyes, thinking she was not ordinarily smart. She always hit the nail o

But at the same time, the landlady could not quite understand something. Judging by Mark’s attire, graceful and dignified way of speaking, deeds, and every move, and his car that was worth millions, he was a rich man. But why did he stay in such a place?The landlady shook her head, stretched as she walked toward the nearby square for her morning exercises. Summer was still asleep when Mark returned. He did not wake her up, but sat at the dining table and pecked at the breakfast. After that, he put the rest of the breakfast in a heat-insulation container, checked the time, picked up his black coat and left. He had to attend an international conference at 7:30 am, and it was 7:00 am now. It was 7:10 am when Summer woke up. The first thing she did by instinct was to glance down at the floor. The quilt on the floor had been folded up and placed aside neatly, and there was no sound coming from the living room. Obviously, he had already left. She got out of bed and freshened up.

Jazz looked up at her. He had that youthful look, but more of seriousness and solemnity on his face. “I am already an adult, and I know what I am doing. I am not on an impulse.” “Then why did you suddenly decide to go to Athana? You haven’t finished your high school. What kind of decision have you made? Do you think you are rational enough? “What happened yesterday accounts for only a quarter of the reason I want to go to Athana. The other reason is my future career. Of course, one of the most important reasons is you.” Summer was startled. But she said nothing. He then continued with his firm and unshakable tone of voice. “I like you, but in name you are my sister-in-law. If I continue to look at you like this, I will only sink deeper and deeper in the hole, and eventually become unable to extricate myself. I need something else to divert my attention. I have never been so rational. So don’t stop me because I will not change my mind, no matter who it is.” Although he was s

Four men backed her into a corner, all of them with cigarettes hanging from their mouths. She knew they were anything but good men. “Where do you go in such a hurry, lady? Come with us, would you?” The man blew out a lungful of smoke and revealed his yellow teeth. He squinted and took out a reflective knife to threaten her. Her body was tightly pressed against the wall, but she did not panic. She looked shocked but still collected. With her hand in her pocket, she felt with her fingers and typed something on her phone while she said to those men, “What do you all want?” “What do you think we want?” “If you are after money, I can tell you clearly that I have $500 in my bag and an ATM card that has only $2,000 in the bank account. I will tell you the password and will not call the police nor go after you all. The money is enough for you all to enjoy an expensive meal and a night stay in a hotel.” She was composed, articulate, and methodical. The four men exchanged glances w