The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 149

He pressed forward, and her back leaned against the railing of the balcony.

As he acted too suddenly, Summer could not react in time. She was startled for a moment. Then, she began t o struggle to break free.

But he had no intention to let go. He held her more tightly.

Summer was not strong enough to repel him and she gradually stopped struggling.

Behind them were the dazzling fireworks display, and where they stood in the scene of the night, the crackling of the fireworks continued.

Finally, after some time, he slowly released her from his grasp. She was out of breath and felt like she was about to pass out.

Her chest was thumping, and she was breathing heavily, gasping for air. Her pupils sparked with anger as she stared at him. Her face was red.

Mark was smiling and placed his forehead against hers. Their eyes locked onto each other; the heat of his breath spilled over her face; his eyes were burning.

Summer tilted her head to avoid him. She held her breath and said, "Mr. Valentine, we need to talk."

"About what?"

"We can’t go on like this..."

"How?” Mark raised his eyebrows.

"Our marriage is just a trade; you can’t force yourself onto me like how you did just now and take advantage of me," she answered.

Hearing so, Mark squinted his eyes. "Isn't our marriage registered?”

It was indeed true, she nodded, unable to deny it.

Summer shook her thighs intentionally, not wanting him to rest his head on them.

Her childish behavior caused him to burst out in laughter. He gently pinched her eyebrows and with his right hand, he took the document and knocked on her forehead softly; his deep yet gentle voice uttered, " Mrs. Valentine, I'm very tired. Please behave.."

Seeing him so adamant and pampered, in addition to his warm gaze and gentle voice, it touched her soft spot.

She stopped shaking her thighs and remained still. She watched the TV while he flipped through his documents with his head resting on her thighs.

The room atmosphere was faintly solemn but instead of coldness, there was warmth and subtle bliss...

Right in front of the French window, Raine was curled up and hidden in the corner.

It was at that spot where she clearly saw them both sharing a kiss on the balcony.