The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 59

Jazz froze as he remembered that he was still in his work uniform. With his eyes crinkling, he tried to

gloss over her question, "Do I look too attractive to the point that you can't tear your gaze off me?"

"I can see oil stains on your shirt. Go and get changed,” Yvette replied without thinking much into it.

With a playful smile, Jazz got up from his seat. He winked towards Raine behind Yvette's back as a

signal to Raine, so she would help him hide the truth from his mom.

She nodded as she got the message. She waved him off to urge him to get dressed quickly.

"Raine, didn't you say you were coming back home with your fiance?" Yvette asked before taking a few

sips of her soup.

"He still has to finish up some work before heading here. You'll get to meet him for sure. I have some

pictures of him. Would you like to see them?"

Looking at Yvette, Raine raised her head as she replied while filling up the other bowls.

"Sure, let's see them. I'm sure that, for someone who could steal your heart, he must be special and

incredibly charming,” Yvette smiled as she said.

"I wouldn’t say he’s incredibly charming. He's the same as any regular person-it is not like he has an

extra set of eyes or lips."

Raine replied as she fished out her phone. The wallpaper on the lock screen of her phone was a man

with his arms around her shoulder. They were standing under a big tree.

The man's face was defined and framed with thick brows and bright eyes. His eyes held a certain Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

gentleness.

"He looks charming indeed. You always have such a good eye for men. Mark, come look," Yvette said

as she purposely passed the phone over to tease his response.

Mark looked nonchalant as his gaze fell on the screen. He took a few glimpses before saying, "He's not

bad."

"I think so too," Yvette agreed cheerfully. As she thought of something, her expressions then turned

solemn. Facing Summer, she questioned her, "What's going on with today's news?"

Summer, who tried to lay low and kept silent all the while, felt stunned when she was cued. "I've

already started the investigations on that matter," a deep voice spoke up before she could reply.

Yvette cast a doubtful glance towards Summer as she heard his reply and said, "I hope what the news

reported isn’t the truth."

It was clear to Summer that Yvette's reply was directed to her.

Without giving a care to the slightly tense atmosphere, Amara shamelessly asked, "Seeing as it's

getting pretty late, could I spend the night here?"

"Don't you have other urgent matters to tend to?" Gritting her teeth, Summer bit out her words.

"Who told you so? It's snowing, and there are no cabs around here. Can't I stay for a night?"

Hearing Amara's reasoning to that extent, Yvette had n o other option but to let her stay for the night.

She was worried that the rumors-which could harm the Valentine's name-would spread if they were to

turn her down.

Yvette would hate it for that to happen to the Valentines, so she quickly ordered the maids to tidy u p a

guest room.

After dinner, Yvette went to her room straight as the others stayed downstairs. She couldn't bear to see

Amara, Summer, and even Raine any longer.

During dinner, she tried to see if there was anything off as she observed Mark and Raine, but it seemed

that both of them looked fine and calm even.

Mark’s expression gave nothing away, and she couldn’t tell what he had in mind despite him being her

son.

Feeling worried for him, she won't give up that easily.

As Summer was not feeling well, she could only take small steps walking up the stairs to her room and

away from Amara, whom she didn't want to be near.

Mark's eyes narrowed slightly when he saw her, and h e walked towards her and lifted her in a bridal

carry just like he did at the hospital.

Sitting in the living room, Raine seemed to glance nonchalantly at his back as he walked away. Her

eyes carried a faint glimpse of sorrow.

After bidding goodnight to Amara, Raine too left to her room.

Amara was then left alone in the living room. She crossed her legs as she sunk into the sofa while

having a cup of coffee and a plate of freshly cut fruits i n front of her. Her demeanor was as if she was

the owner of that place.