The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 154

Charlie coughed lightly and huffed. "I'm suffocating, what’s the condition over the other side?"

Mark shrugged, expressing that he knew nothing too. He looked at the state Billy was in and frowned. "Did you think that by smoking here, your problems would be settled?"

"How about you give him a solution?"

"First, settle it peacefully; second, divorce-"

Before he could finish, Billy got up from the sofa and became very agitated. "I will not divorce her! Never!”

At that moment, the door was pushed open. Sherman appeared at the entrance; she threw a cold stare at Billy, and then she left!

Billy threw away his cigarette and rushed out after her. He appeared careful and dared not call out her name.

Nevertheless, it was his own doing. Who else could he blame?

When they arrived at Valentine mansion, the sky had turned dark. Throughout the journey, Summer didn’t utter a word but was lost in her wandering thoughts.

Mark had focused on her a few times, but he, too, said

nothing.

Raine was standing by the French window; she looked out as two beams of light shone in.

The car doors opened, and Mark got off, followed by Summer.

She walked towards the exit but stopped at the door.

'Even if she went to the living room, what should she say or do?’

'Why be troubled when there’s nothing useful?'

Her steps stiffened and held her loosely hanging arm. Raine then turned around and retreated to the sofa.

In bed, Summer browsed through her phone as she couldn’t sleep; she replied randomly to a few from the bulk of messages she received and specially sent Sherman a message.

She grew weary as there was no reply after a long while. So, she sent a message to Grace, and hoped that she had some information about Sherman's situation.

Upon sending it, she felt his weight on the bed. He lay down and wished her in a deep serene voice, "Happy New Year, Mrs. Valentine..."

Summer responded softly, "Happy New Year, Mr. Valentine."

In the end, although she had wanted, it was only after a whole day, did she remember to wish him Happy New Year.

Besides, why did it feel so funny when they greeted each other face to face?

There were traces of laughter in Mark’s expression; he gently flicked her temple. "Let's sleep, Mrs. Valentine..."

That touch, neither heavy nor light, softened her heart. Heeding his words, she laid down and closed her eyes, smiling.