The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 29

After a moment of hesitation, as if she had been through a bloody struggle with herself, she lowered

her head and solemnly put down her signature.

This simple procedure changed their relationship tremendously.

They went from slightly above strangers to becoming a couple who slept together.

It was 8:30 am when they left the Civil Registry Office.

The salt grain-like snow had turned into flakes, covering the ground in white.

Cold air rushed into her nostrils as she took a deep breath. She could not help shivering.

The temperature had dropped so low overnight.

But the thought of her going from being single to married overnight made the changes in weather seem

to be not much of a surprise.

Many things could change overnight.

While her mind ran wild, Mark was walking out of the Civil Registry Office with two staff members. They

followed him from behind and were very respectful when they spoke to him.

Mark opened the car door and motioned for her to get i

n.

She still could not get used to their relationship, and s o she looked awkward. She pretended to look at

the time and then made excuses. "It is half-past eight. I have to rush to school. I know you must be

very busy too. I will just take a taxi."

"Get in the car," he snapped, frowning, as if he had not heard her.

More people had arrived. Envy eyes were on Mark as people whispered among themselves.

Mark was undoubtedly the most eye-catching person everywhere he went.

Summer thought of her appearance and became self-conscious. She had not washed her face yet and

was too embarrassed to keep standing here. So she bent over and flew into the back seat.

Just then, his deep voice came. "Sit in the front. I am not your chauffeur, mind you."

She gritted her teeth. 'What is wrong with this guy that he wants to dictate where I should sit?’

But she gave in.

The car drove forward, smooth like a magic carpet. Mark looked over at her. "I have an important

meeting in the afternoon. Go home and pack your belongings, and the secretary will fetch you over."

She flustered, spontaneously shaking her head. "My parents haven't known about it yet. Let me tell

them

first, and then I will move in." 2

Things happened too suddenly that she was not mentally prepared for it.

Thinking of having to live with him from now on, she was discomposed again.

He looked at her for a few seconds, turned the steering wheel to the left to make a turn. His eyebrows

were knitted together. "Neither have I told my parents. Make time these few days. We will go to your

side first, then mine. It is better to let me do the talking."

She couldn't agree more.

He stopped the car outside the school. "My secretary will wait for you in front of your apartment in the

afternoon."

"Can't I move in two more days?"

"Why?"

"I have not prepared for it yet." She was truthful.

He looked at her for a while, and then his eyes narrowed. "What kind of preparation-mentally or

physically?”

What the heck? Summer glared at him, her heart thumping. "Of course, mentally!"

"So that means you are physically prepared." He was playing with her words in a matter-of-fact way. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

She felt heat spreading on her face. She gritted her teeth. "You are trapping me with words!"