All Chapters of The President's Accidental Wife: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

But before she could climb more than a few steps, a hand with the heat and dryness of a man grabbed her from behind. She was slightly startled, standing still, and the palm of her hand felt hot. The next second, the man’s deep and hoarse voice drifted into her ears. “Remember what I said, don’t see Jazz again. You don’t want to mess with me.” Taunting, sneering, stinging; she flung his hand away with force, looking at him and forced her words through her mouth. “You don’t want to mess with me, either. So stop provoking me in the future.” Immediately, she left without looking back, not sparing a glance at the man. Mark had not left when Summer disappeared from his sight. He clenched his hands, feeling like wanting to snap her slender, beautiful neck. It was not until his phone vibrated that he pulled back his thoughts. “Hey, Jazz,” he answered. “Didn’t you mean to have dinner together at the Valentine mansion, Mark? I have been back for a long time, why haven’t you come back

Obviously, she did not take heed of his warning. His narrow eyes flashed with a dangerous light as he squinted and raised his head, downing the entire cup of coffee at one go. His face darkened, as black as ink that could not be washed away. The next morning Summer went to the bathroom to freshen up. Not wanting to wake Charlotte up, she moved with light steps. But when she stepped back into the room, Charlotte had woken up and was sitting in bed, rubbing her groggy eyes with her tiny hands. When she went to bed at night, she liked to roll around in bed. So when she woke up the next morning, the back of her hair would always point upward. Summer reached to brush down her hair and coaxed her gently, “Charlotte, go sleep a little longer.” She did not plan to bring Charlotte along. But if she were to walk out when Charlotte was awake, she would clamor to tag along. So she thought she had better coax her back to sleep. “I don’t want to sleep anymore. I want to go out with y

“Why are you Baby Bop, not Barney?” Jazz asked, hugging her closer to his arms. “Because I am small, Barney will look for food for Baby Bop. I don’t have the money to buy things for Baby Bop,” she pouted and said justifiably. Jazz broke into a smile and liked Charlotte even more. “Tell me, what else would you like to eat. I will buy it for you.” Licking her lips, she pointed to the cotton candy on the side. Jazz walked over and bought the largest one without saying a word. Charlotte smiled with her eyes turning into crescent moons. She held the cotton candy in her hands, but she did not eat it. Instead, she delivered it to Jazz’s mouth. “You may have it first, Uncle Handsome,” she said, her voice tender. Jazz was not a big fan of sweet things, but when he saw Charlotte’s face, he felt like he was ready to take a few glasses of syrups. Charlotte then offered her cotton candy to Summer. “You may eat it, too, Mommy.” “Thank you, but you can have it all for yourself.” Summer

“Mommy, why do I have to call you Aunt?” Charlotte could not understand, tilting her head in an I-wonder-why fashion. “I will explain it to you when we get home. But for now, can you listen to Mommy?” “Okay.” Charlotte nodded, her voice tender. Something made Summer curious, so she tidied Charlotte’s clothes and asked, “Why didn’t you let the gentleman hold you just now?” Licking her sweet lips, Charlotte sniffled and shook her body as if she was cold. “I don’t like that gentleman. It feels like he could freeze me. Besides, he is not as handsome as Uncle Handsome.” The world of a child is a little different from that of an adult. Everything that children like was usually full of vigor and vitality, and even more, they love people dressed in bright clothes. So Mark might be elegant and a charming, mature man, but his dark clothing and unsmiling face could not win the heart of the child. Just to be sure, Summer gently stroked Charlotte’s soft hair and asked again, “Do you

She stared at the things inside the paper bag, and the corners of her mouth curled up in a mockery. It had been four years since they last met. She did not know that he had become so thoughtful. After changing into the new pants and tidying up things, Summer opened the cubicle door, washed her hands, and then walked out. Mark was leaning against the wall by the window outside the ladies’ room. He must have been waiting for her for a long time. “Since you have come out, Ms. Hart, let’s talk.” He now stood straight, his eyes dark that looked like a bottomless pool fixating on her. “I don’t think there is anything to talk about between us. There is even no need for us to talk,” Summer said flatly, her face calm. She then walked away without looking at him again. Mark looked on and frowned as she went, his charming face getting colder and colder. His lips twitched as he slowly forced words through his teeth. “Charlotte Hart…” The name startled Summer. The next second, her h