The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 56

Meanwhile, at the Valentine Mansion.

Amara was sitting on the couch in the living room as she looked around, admiring the expensive interior and decorations while commending the Valentine's wealth in her head.

Furrowed brows appeared on Yvette’s defined features as she asked, "I think Summer will be home quite late today. How about I phone you when she’s home?"

"It's alright. I’m free today anyways. I can wait. Do you have coffee?” Amara replied as she continued looking around.

"Get her a cup of coffee," Yvette did not hide her disgust.

Back at the hospital.

Jazz felt puzzled as he hung up the call. He then switched the television on to see what was the commotion Yvette was referring to.

As Summer felt curious as well, she watched the news with him. She saw Mark in his dark grey coat facing a group of reporters. With grace and poise, he spoke up.

"Seeing as she's my lawfully wedded wife, don’t all of you think that the rumors of her seducing those men

are utterly ridiculous? To the publishers who reported this, do you guys think that those men are on par with me?"

All the reporters were silent as they looked among themselves.

Everyone there knew that no woman in Santabaca with the right mind would give up Mr. Valentine and g o for other men.

No man could ever compare to him. It was impossible.

What had shocked the reporters more was hearing that Mr. Valentine was married. They were all curious about one thing: when did he get married?

Eventually, a bold reporter had finally asked the million-dollar question, "Excuse me, Mr. Valentine. Could you let us know when exactly did you get married and where the wedding was held?”

Mark furrowed his brows. His unrivaled power and charisma were emitted through his deep and solemn voice as he spoke up.

Nancy's heart pounded in her chest anxiously. She was worried that Mark would find out something unfavorable to her from the recordings.

Feeling extremely nervous, she bawled her hands into fists unconsciously as she watched the recording.

She thought she was in luck as her actions looked natural and weren't too obvious. She reassured herself, 'Surely nobody would notice anything off.' 'Plus, many people were pushing around. Nobody could possibly know who was the one who started it.’ She felt relieved as she watched on.

The reporter switched it off after they were done.

Mark was quiet when his eyes swept over everyone. H e then got up and walked towards the door.

As he passed by Mrs. Frey, he stopped in his tracks. The look in his eyes was cold as he shot daggers at her. She felt as though his gaze had pierced through her.

There was almost a pin drop silence in the room. Her previous arrogant demeanor was swept away as she kept her head low, not daring to look into his eyes.

She felt her legs wobble and almost fall over after he left with his piercing gaze.