The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 615

Summer’s eyes were moist with emotion. "I hate you for sweet talking me tonight-you made me feel so touched.”

"Only when you are touched, you will not leave me. I will only sweet talk you from now on." His voice became hoarse.

"No, I don't want it. I am having goosebumps all over m y body."

He chuckled. He chuckled, looking at her helplessly." Has anyone ever told you that you are a buzzkiller?"

She thought for a moment and chuckled. "Yeah, do you remember the first time we met? You sang I Can Love You Like That, and I sang Never Ever. I am not just a buzzkiller but also have an explosive energy and a dry sense of humor."

"I can see that." He played along. "Go back in. I will take Charlotte home."

"Okay. Remember to send her to school tomorrow morning. I won't go back tonight. But I am not sure about tomorrow. So I will call you then."

The next morning, when Summer woke up, Daisy was already awake. She was looking out of the window, appearing calm. But this behavior of Daisy was even

more confusing and frightening.

"Mom, do you want breakfast? I will buy you something downstairs. Do you prefer pumpkin soup o r hot chocolate?” Summer went over and asked in a soft voice.

Daisy was still very indifferent, as if Summer was a stranger to her. “No, thanks. Could you please call Forrest? Thank you."

"Same to you. She will not be in a dilemma if you leave."

"No one wanted that to happen to Mr. Hart. But what happened has happened; you should learn to accept and not keep living in denial. Mr. Hart is gone. You are only hurting yourself this way."

Daisy would not listen at all. As if she was someone who knew her number was up, she dug herself into a hole. "It is my body that I hurt, and I am happy with it. But your parents are the culprits, and I will not forgive them, nor will I forgive you."

It was pointless for Mark to continue the conversation. He just said what he had to say in a deep voice.

"You are really selfish. You are dragging everyone down with you. She is your daughter, who has done so much for you all. She found a place for you all to stay, and even borrowed money to pay your debts. She is tired. So why would you not give her a break? Being caught in the middle, it was difficult and miserable for her. You may vent all your anger on me; I completely accept it. As you said, I am the son of the culprit. You should feel better by venting those pain and resentment on me. A mercy on her is a mercy on yourself."