The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 472

"Mom, I—"

Mark squeezed her palm. He didn't wait for Summer t o finish her sentence and interrupted her words directly. "Mrs. Hart, the solely responsible person for this matter, is me, and it has nothing to do with Summer."

"I'm talking to my daughter, and it is none of your business!” Daisy scolded bluntly, "Plus, we do not welcome strangers to our home, so you may leave!”

"I am not a stranger. I am the love of her life. I told her t o defy your wishes. You can resent me with all you want, and I shall bear with it.” His attitude is neither humble nor arrogant.

Hearing this, Daisy sneered, "Who would dare to express their anger on you-the eldest son of Valentines-so please leave now!"

Dean, who hadn't said anything, finally opened his mouth. "Mrs. Hart."

Daisy's breath slowed down and she panted for a while. Then she stared directly at Summer. "Do you still have feelings for him in your heart?"

Summer trembled, and her lips were a little dry. Mark stretched out his arms and hung around her waist domineeringly in front of everyone in the living room.

He blocked the back road once again so she couldn't retreat. Not even a step back was allowed!

His warm and strong arms became something she could rely on at this moment. Summer nodded and answered affirmatively. "Yes, Mom.”

“Are you trying to drive me mad? Did you forget what happened four years ago? Did you lose your memories entirely?" Daisy was a little out of breath. 'Dean has been very kind. How could Summer's eyes have been fogged, but she can’t see the goodness in him!’ she thought.

"What happened four years ago was all my fault. It is the truth, and I can’t deny any of it. But after this, I will definitely not repeat the same mistakes and ill-treated her even the slightest. This is my promise!”

"Okay," Dean responded. He glanced at Daisy who was still irritated and said, "Summer, could you give me a hand? It’s a little inconvenient for me to go out."

In response, Summer walked behind Dean, she pushed his wheelchair, while Mark was walking in front. Seeing her daughter pushing Dean’s wheelchair, Daisy didn't stop her.

The three of them went to a nearby coffee shop. Mark pulled Summer over with his big hand and let her sit o n her side. He then looked at the Dean and uttered two words, "Thank you."

"I didn't do this for you, President Valentine. You do not need to thank me."

Summer pinned her hair back to her ears, feeling deeply guilty and uneasy. "I'm sorry, Dean."

"I was the one who wanted to end this marriage. You don't need to feel guilty or uneasy. Although I desire a woman, I can’t marry a woman that I know she still loves and thinks of another man in her heart all the time. Your body language will betray your mind. Such marriage will never be happy.”