The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 595

He wore a formal black outfit. Not a crease could be found. Only a few days had passed, yet he appeared skinnier. However, his chiseled face was even more defined and stunning.

People like him were born to look good in formal outfits. He had that perfect physique-broad shoulders, narrow hips-that could rock every inch of the outfit, attracting attention.

The car behind stopped as well, and the mayor of Santabaca emerged from it.

Recomposing herself, she avoided eye contact and lowered her head, hiding herself among the crowd.

As though there was something, Mark glanced across the crowd, and his sight landed on a certain spot; after gazing at it for some time, he averted.

The three men walked side by side with each other while the rest marched behind. It was a splendid procession.

The lady teacher beside her sneered, "Look at the principal and Mr. Valentine. They are both in formal outfits, but the contrast is just like heaven and hell!"

All the lady teachers' attention gathered upon him, gawking. Summer kept quiet and marched along.

He came because of work. The school needed a new

building, and they had handed the project to Valentine Group as the private contractor.

Along the way, it was all work-related chatter. Mark spoke very little. Most of the time, it was the principal and the person-in-charge who spoke.

But every time he spoke, the lady teachers behind him would be mesmerized. It was uncertain whether it was his cold or a problem with his vocals that his voice was deep, coarse, ardent, and charming.

After their discussion, the principal rubbed his hands and suggested they had lunch as he had already made the preparations.

Mark agreed. The principal was excited; it almost drove him nuts. The rest nodded in unison. Thus, the teachers also tagged along.

Summer chose a seat beside the window, farthest from where he sat. She restrained herself from looking toward him.

Looking at a particular spot, Mark lifted his head and bottomed up his glass of wine. He drank plentiful, one glass after another.

"Mr. Valentine is already in such a drunken stage.

How can he still work? Don’t you have any empathy, M s. Hart? Make this your assignment!"

After giving his instructions firmly, the principal left. To every other teacher, this was a pleasant task. Many were willing and would fight for the chance; only fate was unyielding.

Exasperated, Summer gritted her teeth. With the help o f two men teachers, they carried Mark into her car.

He was extremely intoxicated and reeked with alcohol from head to toe. After fastening his seatbelt, she started the engine.

In the meantime, his closed eyes rumbled. Slightly opening them, he said in a half-drunken manner," When did you buy this car?”

Hearing his question, Summer replied bluntly, "If you’re not drunk, you may get off."

"I'm drunk. Which part of Ms. Hart cannot see that I a m drunk; I am so weak that I can't even lift my arm. If this isn't being drunk, what is?"