The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 371

"Goodbye, Mark!" Charlotte leaned against Summer’s shoulder and waved her hand with a big smile on her face as Mark was leaving for work.

The curvature of the corners of his lips increased again as Mark looked at Summer and Charlotte for a while before leaving the apartment with a gentle smile on his face.

Summer accompanied Charlotte to practice writing when she fell asleep halfway. By the time she woke u p, it was 1:00 pm.

Charlotte was also taking a nap. Thinking of Sherman's abnormal behavior yesterday, Summer was worried for her, and planned to see her at her house.

She had few friends, of which Sherman and Grace were the closest.

She would not hesitate to give her their support and company whenever they were in trouble. She told Maria to look after Charlotte before leaving.

Summer took a taxi to Sherman’s place. After paying the driver, she went upstairs and knocked on the door. Sherman answered the door. She looked horrible with her hair sticking out at all angles, dark circles, and dull skin complexion.

Summer gripped her by the arm and sat her down on the settee. "Tell me what happened this time? I drank all the wine last night.”

She had even sacrificed her body after drinking those glasses of wine. Sherman would have to bear the consequence if she still refused to tell.

Sherman tied her hair up into a ponytail. Without saying a word, she got up and walked to one side, then took out a stack of envelopes and a bank statement and handed it to her. "Take a look at these."

Summer took the envelope in puzzlement. When she saw the name on the envelope, she muttered, "Natalie, how familiar is this name!"

Summer sat up upright. "Didn't Billy hate Natalie? Could it be a misunderstanding?"

Billy disliked Natalie so much back then that he did not even want to look at her. He kept saying that he was disgusted by her. But why were he and Natalie together now?

"There is no misunderstanding. Natalie wrote him these letters every three, or even one month, telling Billy where she went and what she saw."

"Have you read these letters?”

Sherman nodded, her smile more terrible than crying. No one knew how she felt when she read these letters. It was like being pierced by needles and knives.