The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 611

Raine did not want to hear it, so she packed her suitcase. "Maybe I am good-for-nothing, or maybe it is fate. I will only admit that I drugged the mushroom soup. You don't have to worry about it, Yvette." 1

Yvette's brow crumpled like an old bill, as she was utterly disappointed with Raine. "Where are you going? You are not going anywhere until Summer leaves Mark."

"Commander Angelo is still here, Yvette. Actually, I don't want to tell him about this, so the decision is in your hands.” Raine shrugged it off and reminded Yvette. 1

Yvette knew Raine was threatening her. It was only by now that she knew Raine was an ingrate who still thought about biting back at her, and the motherdaughter trio was up to no good.

Raine would resign to her fate, but it did not mean that Yvette would.

It was Sunday again in the blink of an eye.

A woman and a man were lying on their sides as sunlight shone through the window curtains. Summer was curled up like a ball, while Mark hugged her from behind. There was zero gap between them as their

bodies were pressed together like a twin. When the sunlight became a little glaring, her eyelashes flickered, and she opened her eyes.

She adjusted her body and the man behind her woke u p. They hugged each other tightly with their lips joined in fervent kisses.

"Come with me to the office."

"Maybe not. I have got to bring Charlotte to the mall.” She felt a little tired, lacking energy.

The sound coming from the laptop was a little too loud for comfort, and it was affecting Mark’s concentration. The phrase 'I'll be back' constantly uttered in the cartoon sounded like a mental torture to him. Mark gently kneaded his forehead with his long fingers. "Baby, could you turn down the volume a little?"

"I can't. Big Gray Wolf is coming out. Look, Daddy, he i s so beautiful."

He could not continue to work anymore. So he set aside the documents, turned on the computer and saw a headline on a website: 'The most romantic way to propose’. It interested him, and so he clicked on it.

Holding Charlotte with his right arm, he scrolled down the webpage using the mouse.

He was supposed to work in the office, but he had an unproductive morning with only two documents read and done.