The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 407

She was walking slowly. Her legs were not being very cooperative, which meant that she had fallen too hard back there...

His lap was still damp, but the spot she sat on still felt so warm. It had only been a few seconds since she left, but he was already starting to feel empty. He missed her...

Missed her...

When these two words flashed across his mind, Mark was shocked as he froze in place. He was really shocked...

Missed her...

She was just a woman who could not be more ordinary. If she had one thing special about her, it would be her being Mark Valentine's ex-wife. That was all.

As for their marriage, it was solely based on mutual agreement. She wanted the baby inside of her, while h e needed a partner.

The reasons she was chosen were simple. Firstly, she appeared when he needed someone the most.

Secondly, compared with other women, she looked more appealing to him. She was interesting and

refreshing...

Now, however, why would he miss a woman whom he had chosen purely out of the reasons he just mentioned?

Smoke wreathed the air, causing his left eye to close a little bit more. Flicking on the cigarette, the nicotine h e inhaled into his lungs made his frustrations go away slowly.

The fog that was canopying his heart had also started t o vanish. Suddenly, the sun was able to be seen again. The light that shined through was like a sparkling firework. Finally, he could see and understand things clearly now. The irritation and confusion buried under him fanned out like thin mists.

The look on his handsome face was still dark just now, like a gray cloud covering the whole sky. But now, his spirit was lifted so high up, his bright expression was almost blinding to the eyes.

The waitress who was carrying coffees on a tray unwittingly sneezed after walking out. She frowned and went to the cashier who was standing behind the counter. "What is that pungent smell? Is somebody smoking? Why didn't you remind them that smoking i s not allowed in the cafe?”

The cashier stretched out her arm and pulled the waitress’s sleeve. She then pointed to the direction of the window with her chin, signaling her to look over.