The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 462

The past three days had been stressful for Mark. It was natural that he needed rest. He lay on her lap and closed his eyes. After a while, he fell asleep.

Yvette stood outside the room, fuming with rage. Flames of fury rose to her chest, burning as if they were about to explode!

She was here to pick up some things. Never had she expected to see this.

The passing of Ms. Moore had left her almost at the brink of a breakdown. Her mood had just gotten better. But now, the negative emotions were overwhelmingly triggered again.

Summer gazed at Mark's charming face silently and let out a sigh; she moved him carefully to the sofa and planned to get a glass of water.

The moment she stepped out, she ran into Yvette, who was standing outside the door, and they bumped into each other...

Accidentally, Summer stepped on Yvette's foot. She quickly moved her foot away the moment she heard a weird shriek of pain.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" Yvette held a cold gaze. She stared at Summer from her eyes to her

mouth. 'The more I look at her, the more annoyed I get!' "There is no reason for me to do it on purpose, you were standing here, and I didn't notice it." Although Summer's response was lukewarm, it was polite. Her tone was also deliberately subdued.

The living room was thronged with many guests.

Besides, this was a funeral parlor. Arguing in front of the deceased was considered a huge disrespect.

Yvette showed no concern at all. After witnessing that scene, she said sarcastically, "Why, a leopard can't change its spots, trying to get back at me huh?"

"I don't understand what you said. This is a funeral parlour, not a place to quarrel. Don't you think that you have all your energy used in the wrong places?"

She had bought the return flight tickets before she arrived. Charlotte kept bugging for a lollipop, so she bought two for her when they passed by William Street and headed straight to the airport. After waiting for 40 minutes, they boarded the plane and departed.

An hour had passed after he woke up from his sleep; having not slept for a few consecutive days, Mark had needed to rest indeed.

His eyes circled the room as he got up but didn't see Summer and Charlotte. He was the only one in the room.

He straightened his black suit with his hands as he walked out of the room. The living room showed no signs of both mother-daughter duo too. Just in time, Jazz walked by. Mark moved his lips and asked with a hoarse voice, "Where is she?"

"She?" Jazz was stunned for a moment and then replied, "I saw her leaving with Charlotte just now."

Hearing that, Mark pulled out his cell immediately and dialed her number, but he received a notification voice mail telling him that her cell was powered off.