The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 35

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As they reached, they saw Billy's car arriving as well. H e got down the car and passed Summer two

separate gift boxes.

Gasping quietly, she was amazed at the efficiency of Billy, 'Secretaries of a large corporate company

sure are on another level huh!'

Mark and Summer went into the mansion one after another, passing by the large and beautifully carved

gates.

Just as they stepped into the vestibule, they were struck by a fierce and hoarse voice yelling "That little

p r*ck! How dare he get married behind my back! He'll get it from me when he's here!"

"Dad, he’s arriving soon, and you can ask him then. Don't get too worked up, you have to take care."

A gentle voice followed after. It was Yvette.

Summer thought, 'If she called him 'dad', that man must be Mark's grandfather.'

Through the tone and volume of the voice, she could tell that he was not delighted, furious even.

Unconsciously, she shivered.

"And how would I 'get it' from you?" Mark asked halfheartedly and casually threw his car keys to the

coffee table.

Dressed in a military service uniform, the old man with greyish-white hair, Gordon Angelo turned

towards him. Gordon glared at him angrily and commanded, "Halt!"

Ignoring the command, Mark took off his cashmere coat and went ahead to hang it on the coat hanger.

However, it was Summer who stood still and straight upon hearing the command. It was out of reflex,

and she would probably even bow down if Gordon asked her to.

Gordon looked as though he was a disciplinary coach, and being the obedient student she used to be,

she just obeyed instinctively.

Chuckling lightly, he held out his arm and pulled her slim figure into his embrace. With his brow raised,

he said, "You frightened her, grandpa."

Feeling him against her, she came back to her senses and realized what she had done. She was so

close to him that she could feel the vibrations from him chuckling.

Embarrassed, her cheeks reddened, and she lightly stepped on his feet in frustration.

Meanwhile, Gordon was quite pleased with Summer’s response. He liked that she listened and obeyed

his command. It was most probably due to his nature of being a soldier.

Faint furrows appeared on Yvette's defined face, she examined Summer from head to toe and spoke

up," Mark, who’s this?"

Mark shifted his gaze to her. He gently tucked the loose strands away behind her ears and lightly

pinched her nose, "You haven't greeted them yet."

Not being used to his unusually affectionate gestures, her heart pounded in her chest. Giving a small

lick to her lips, she felt tense when she said, "Hello, mom."

"Hey now, don't you go around calling people 'mom'. I d o not remember having a daughter."

Not intending to be friendly with her, Yvette’s tone and words were hostile as she stared at Summer

coldly.

Such words had made it awkward and humiliating for Summer.

"Mom, of course she isn't addressing you as your birth daughter. Otherwise, what would our baby here

address me? Would it be daddy or uncle?" Mark explained as he motioned to her stomach.

Astonishment was etched on Yvette’s defined face," What baby?"

Gordon turned to Mark as well. His bushy brows furrowed and with a slightly annoyed tone, he asked,"

How long has it been?”

"A month,” answered Mark apathetically, but as he shifted his gaze to Summer, his eyes softened, "Are

you tired? Do you want to sit and rest for a bit?”

His dark orbs seemed to be filled with so much love and care. They looked so gentle.

It was as though she was enveloped in a fairy tale, and if she didn't know any better, she would have

believed that he was truly in love with her.

'What a skilful actor he is,’ she thought.

She almost felt lost as she stared into his deep eyes. Shaking her head, she said, "No, it's alright, I'm

not tired.”

Gaining back her senses and with her usual grace and manner, "Can I talk to you in private for a

moment, Miss?" asked Yvette.

"Wouldn't it be better to do so with me there?” Mark countered as he looked at his mom. As he

remembered something, he continued, "Just to let you know, we have already gotten our marriage

certificate yesterday.”

When Yvette and Gordon heard this, their expression turned dark, and they did not look happy one bit.