The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 83

Walking down the meandered corridor, Summer noticed that the Barren Lake was frozen. In other words, they could not go on a boat ride.

It was a little disappointing at first, but the appealing scenery compensated for everything.

The historical Covenwood Bridge and Waygough Pinnacle appeared extra fascinating under the thick blanket of snow.

The scenery was so enjoyable that she did not feel tired even after walking for miles. The only thing that was bothering her was the man in front of her. Never did the man check on her or turn to look at her. He maintained a constant distance between them.

Summer thrust forward to catch up with him. Her breath came in short gasps. She stretched out her hand to grab him and said, "Hey, you could be a little more considerate towards a pregnant woman and slow down, you know."

A cold breeze brushed against them. Mark looked down at her freezing hand and tightened his brows.

"Are you shocked? My hands and legs freeze during winter every year,” she said with a faint smile on her face.

"Where are your gloves?”

She patted the back of her head, just remembering about the gloves, and said, "How forgetful of me. I left them back at the wishing well."

Mark squinted, “Did you leave your brain at home?"

"No, but it is not unusual for people to lose their belongings. Besides, you are partially responsible for this, since you like to walk fast. I only left it behind because I was too busy trying to catch up with you!"

Her anger showed itself through her tone. Furiously, she pulled her hand back but was instantly stopped b y Mark, who held it firmly in his big warm hand.

Shocked, she froze as still as a rock.

But Mark was unbothered, shoving her hands into the pocket of his coat.

There really was a distinctive difference between the temperature of a man and a woman. Summer was stone cold, while Mark was as warm as a morning sun.

Her hand definitely felt warm in his pockets. But as she was staring at his masculine hand, she unconsciously blurted, "Your hands are warmer than the pocket."

Mark froze before turning towards her slowly, his eyes fixated on her.

Feeling uncomfortable, she chuckled awkwardly and flicked her nose, "Forget about it."

one.

Suddenly, Yvette crossed her mind. She stopped and turned to the man behind her, "What does mom like?”

She had always felt uncomfortable around Yvette. There was always an indescribable awkwardness between them.

Mark scanned the mall and answered nonchalantly," Just get her any scarf..."

Any...

Could "any" ever satisfy her?

Yvette had such high standards and taste. Summer was not foolish enough to just pick 'any' scarf. She knew that she must pick cautiously if she wanted her effort to be acknowledged.

'How could a simple scarf like this cost $2,000!’

Summer's eye twitched. She herself could knit such a scarf. Besides, even if she used the finest yarn she could find, it would barely cost her $100.