The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 30

"Yes." He sounded naughty. "Teachers should know how to improvise and adapt. I have full confidence

in you, Miss Hart."

"Who told you that a teacher should know how to improvise and adapt? Do you think I am a wild

survivor?" She retorted irritably.

"You really know a lot." He started the car and left.

'How could this man be so dictatorial? He never listens to others at all.’ She thought to herself with a

frown.

But then, she could not deny that he looked charming when he raised the corner of his mouth as he novelbin

was leaving. Summer got off work and walked out of the school in the afternoon. A middle-aged man in

a suit walked up and stopped her. 1

She frowned, wondering what this man was up to. When she was about to ask, the man spoke, "I am

Billy Day, Mr. Valentine's secretary. He asked me to bring you to the apartment."

No wonder. She could not refuse but to get into the car. She first returned home to pack her

belongings.

Only then she went to the apartment with Billy.

It was an expensive apartment, large, but no one else was there. She was standing in the living room

with

her suitcase. Billy had left. 1

She stood there, hesitating and falling into a daze. She was nervous because she was not used to

living with a man.

But she also knew that there was no escape. So she gritted her teeth and walked into the bedroom with

the suitcase.

Club Nightshade.

The place was thumping with loud music, and men and women were moving their bodies to the crazy

beat.

Inside a private cubicle.

Billy and Charlie stared unblinking at the man on the couch.

Mark's suit jacket was placed on the couch. He was wearing only a black shirt with his sleeves rolled

up to his elbows, revealing his muscular arms.

He picked up a wine glass and knocked back.

"Holy smokes, this is Polish vodka. The alcohol concentration is 96 percent. Why hasn't he gotten

drunk?" Billy scratched his chin.

"I am more curious about how he got together with Miss Hart. They even got married." Charlie

shrugged with amazement.

"As curious as I am about that, what beats me is that why is he drinking here on the first night of his

marriage? Is he still thinking of his aunt?"

Mark's hand holding the wine glass stopped in midair for a fleeting second, and then it returned to

normal, as if nothing had happened before.

But Charlie’s keen eye had noticed that. He nudged Billy with his shoulder and whispered, “Don't poke

a wounded tiger, man."

Realizing his blunder, Billy hemmed and shut up.

1.00 am.

Probably because she was not used to the new environment, she could not sleep. So she sat on the

sofa.

Mark had not come home yet.

She frowned, as she could not describe her feelings now.

Just then, a knock on the door jolted her out of her thoughts and up from the sofa.

'Who could it be at this hour? Is it Mark?’

She went to open the door and saw Charlie and Bill holding Mark on each side.

Judging by his condition, Mark was apparently drunk.

"Hello, Miss Hart." Billy let out a smile. "Mr. Valentine went to a business meeting and got drunk."