The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 180

Raine put down the cutlery in her hand and said, "I'm also full. What about you, Jazz?"

"Me too," Jazz lifted his glass of wine and downed it again. He looked at the restaurant's entrance, "But why is Summer still not back yet?"

"She was feeling unwell, she told me before she left..." he said slowly.

All three of them wanted to head back to Valentine Mansion, so Yvette had no choice but to follow.

But, the hatred she had for Summer became even stronger. During her own husband's birthday, she first answered a phone call for half an hour, then left early, claiming that she was not feeling well.

'She was way too inconsiderate as a teacher!"

In Moonlight Pub.

The sound of the booming music was echoing around the place. People were grooving their bodies to the tunes on the dance floor, indulging themselves.

Summer held on to her coat as she walked in. The first thing she noticed was Sherman beside the bar counter, drunk.

She went over and sat beside Sherman. The pungent

smell of alcohol fumed over her instantly. She arched her brows and asked, "How many drinks have you actually had?”

"Just enough, probably just seven or eight? I am not going home sober tonight," Sherman slurred, "Come and have some for yourself!"

Her hand was already at the glass when she suddenly paused and shook her head, "I’m pregnant, I can't drink."

“You can’t drink liquor, but wine should be fine. Hey bartender, get us some of your best wine!"

A glass of wine was then served before her. The bright red liquid was still swirling in the wine glass. Summer stared at the glass and said bitterly, "How do you tell if a person is in love with another person or not?"

Her voice was soft and flat. It sounded like a question for Sherman to answer, but it also sounded rhetorical, as if she was mumbling to herself.

Summer, who was sitting beside her, was also drinking glass after glass. It did not take long before the counter was full of glasses.

Hammered, Sherman stumbled up from her seat and staggered her way through the bar, completely forgetting about Summer.

Although it was just wine, Summer's tolerance was never the best. She felt woozy after a few glasses and passed out on the bar counter.

It was at this time that her phone on the bar counter rang. The bartender tried to wake her up, but she was just too drunk to respond.

Judging by her looks, the bartender believed that she was an easygoing person rather than a fussy one. The bartender was also afraid that the person might be calling for something urgent, so he picked up the phone with good intentions, "Hello?"

"Isn't this Summer's number?” It was Dean calling.

'Summer - he’s probably referring to this drunk lady over here,' He looked at her and said, "She is wasted and on her own, could you come and pick her up?”

Dean could hear the deafening and booming music blasting through the phone and immediately agreed.