The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 183

Dean was in his military uniform. His face was stern when the camera captured him standing upright and saluting, his eyes filled with passion.

Slowly, she regained her composure and got out of bed. She looked over to the clock-it was five in the morning.

She massaged her temples to ease her throbbing head. She tried recalling whatever that had happened last night but to no avail.

The most important question was-why on earth did Dean bring her here?

As she left her room, something grabbed her ankle. Summer dropped her gaze and saw an endearing white dog welcoming her lively. It had a round body, similar to its shiny dark eyes.

She had an instant connection with the dog and carried it in her arms. The dog was as friendly as it could be, licking her palms with its tongue.

Hearing the commotion, "I'm awake," said Dean.

Summer nodded while tucking her hair behind her ears. "Why am I here?" she asked.

He poured her a cup of warm water and proceeded to explain himself, "I have a nephew, and his speech was

very messy. I figured I could ask for your help, so I gave you a call.

"But it was the bar's waiter that picked up the call, saying that you were flat out drunk, and you had no friends with you.

"That's why I went over to pick you up, which is also why you're here."

The cup of warm water flushed away her headache. She apologized to Dean and said, "Sorry for the trouble last night."

"No, not at all. In your defence, you're easy to handle when you're drunk," laughed Dean. He ran his fingers through his hair and asked, "Are you hungry? TH go make breakfast if you want to eat."

"You? Making breakfast?" Summer looked at him with suspicion.

"As a man living alone, one's got to know some basic skills," Dean led out a smile once again, flashing his pearly whites.

"What are you doing here?" she asked coldly. Her tone was faint and light as if it were to be blown away with the wind.

Mark furrowed his brows after hearing her question. His handsome face had turned wrathful. The anger and resentment he had in his heart grew rapidly, engulfing his whole chest.

After the things she had done - being gone for the whole night, sharing the same room with an unknown man, leaving and laughing together early in the morning while he was so filled with the torment that h e couldn't sleep. Yet this is the only thing she could say to me?'

"Is this the first thing a wife would say to her husband after not returning home for the night?"

Billy drove Mark all the way from Valentine Mansion right after he located their whereabouts. The journey took them two hours.

Mark's voice was very deep and cold, so cold that it could freeze people into ice. But Summer just blatantly responded with a nonchalant, "Yes."

Instantly, Mark's gaze turned vicious. He stared at her as if he wanted to choke her to death before he could let things go.

Dean noticed the unusual atmosphere arousing from the both of them. However, even if there were complications, they were still a married couple. Dean had no right to be involved.