All Chapters of The President's Accidental Wife: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

“You are bad! You are bad! You are the big bad guy! The biggest bad guy in the world! Stinker! Stinker! Stinker!” Charlotte saw it naturally. As she looked at Mark, she had burning flames in her tiny eyes. Badass. “Who taught you to swear?” Mark’s narrow eyes squinted. What the hell had that woman taught his daughter? Charlotte was still fearful of Mark. She turned aside and put her arms around Maria’s waist, not looking at him. Mark got up without a word, walked back to the closet, and got changed. As he headed out of the apartment, Maria called out to him softly. “Mr. Valentine, don’t you want to take your breakfast?” “Get her to eat her breakfast, and then Harry will send you two to another place. Don’t let Charlotte touch the phone. Otherwise, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” A deep voice was heard as Mark disappeared from her sight. It was ten in the morning when Summer arrived at Santabaca. She did not have breakfast, but just a cup of coffee to keep her going. She went

Mark’s eyes were as dark as ink that could not be washed away. He stared at Summer intently, as if his eyes would suck her in. Summer was not afraid of him. She did not flinch, but looked him in the eyes. “If you are not answering my question, then let me answer it for you. You were busy with your lover and had no time for your daughter, weren’t you? Or maybe you had even forgotten about the fact that you have a daughter.”  “You should have completely forgotten her since you have forgotten. Why do you have to think about it four years later when you have forgotten so completely four years ago? Charlotte is a person, not an object that you may have at your beck and call and discard later.” Mark got up from his leather chair and walked slowly toward Summer. His dark, dangerous energy flowing inside him could send chills into people’s bones. But this chill did not bother Summer. She was standing her ground, staring at him, no less assertive than he was. What she said was not wro

Summer stood there just like that, looking at the photos quietly, her heart rate increasing a tad again. Without the angry flames, she was stripped of her thorns. Her eyes were soft, and her face was beautiful. She looked at the photos while he looked at her—her delicate, petal-like pink lips, flawlessly fair cheeks, and her heaving chest. She was the one and the only. He even wondered if she had cast a spell on him because he was so fascinated by her body. He stepped forward, bending his tall body slightly, and before she knew what happened, he used his sexy lips to seal her breath. Even then, this could not satisfy him. He lifted her by her buttocks and then pressed her body against the wall. Summer snapped back and fought with both her hands and legs. He was still kissing her brazenly, gripping her hands with both hands and propped them above her head. She wished she could rip his face off with both hands. But her hands and feet were tied, and her weak legs made he

Blood from all over her body rushed up to her head in an instant, and Summer felt hot on the palms of her hands and the soles of her feet. Her hands on her sides were clenched up slowly as she broke into a sarcastic smile. “How do you know other men aren’t interested in me? Maybe they are into a woman like me.” “Who would it be? Dean?” Mark forced his words through the teeth in a deep voice. “What do you want before you will return Charlotte to me?” She spelled out the words, not wanting to waste time with him on such a topic again. Was this her tacit admission? Mark looked gloomy, the deep gaze in his eyes turning icy in an instant, and his piercing eyebrows were knitted together. He grabbed her wrist over and looked her in the eyes. “When I get bored with your body, I will consider returning Charlotte to you.” “You have just taught me a life lesson. Have you forgotten it so soon?” She talked back, using what he had just said, and then pushed his hand away with the other h

Maria was struck dumb, not knowing what Mark was doing. A huge German Shepherd was squatting in the living room, baring its teeth and growling.  Mark was sitting at the dining table with Charlotte on his lap. Charlotte was in fear, her two hands clenching on Mark’s clothes in front of his chest. Mark then delivered a spoonful of porridge over, and Charlotte opened her mouth and ate. She no longer resisted. Maria was even more dumbfounded. She had asked Mark to coax Charlotte, not to frighten her like this. Mark brought out a big dog instead of talking to Charlotte nicely and coaxing her. Even Maria was frightened at seeing the big dog, let alone Charlotte. But she could understand that; few men knew how to coax children. This method obviously worked well. Charlotte had finished an entire bowl of porridge. Handing the empty bowl to Maria, Mark carried Charlotte back to the room, put her on the bed, and took off her shoes. “Go to sleep.” Charlotte peeked at the dog in t