The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 78

Mark was walking ahead at a steady pace. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

He was tall and wearing a black knee-length coat, which looked great on him.

Many female tourists could not take their eyes off this good-looking man. Some even took out their cell

phones and snapped photos of him secretly.

Summer looked at his man and shook her head because his men had now become the center of

attention. Meanwhile, she was out of breath and slowed down.

Before long, she had fallen a distance behind him.

Mark stopped in his tracks and turned around when h e did not hear her footsteps and gasping behind

him.

Summer sat on the stairs and looked elsewhere. The snow on the ground did not bother her at all.

Mark frowned. He walked back and reached to help her up from the ground. "I thought you were the

one wanting to come here? Why aren't you moving?”

"I am tired. I don’t want to walk anymore. No one says that we must get to the top. I think the scenery

here is pretty good.”

The warmth of his palm and fingers quickly warmed

her hand.

A man with a camera in hands was peddling his service. "Photo service! Photo service! Anyone want to

take photos?"

"How much do you charge?” Summer came up to the man and asked.

"Three photos for ten. Instantly developed."

She looked over at Mark with a smile. "Mr. Valentine?"

Mark knew what she was thinking. He cocked an eyebrow and said, "No.”

She had guessed it before she asked. So she was not disappointed.

She found a good spot and stood there with a candid smile on her face, unlike some girls who posed in

strange postures, pouted their mouths, and made all kinds of face in front of cameras.

He looked on, staring at the smile at the corner of her mouth. The surroundings seemed pretty

peaceful.

And then something stirred his heart, like a pebble dropped into a pond of calm water, and ripples

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The photos were developed. Summer handed him one. "Do you want one, Mr. Valentine?"

He raised an eyebrow and did not accept it.

"Are you sure? Maybe you will regret later that you didn't take my photo. Who knows, Mr. Valentine?"

Not that she minded. She put the three photos into her

wallet.

"Do you think that is even possible?"

"Why not?" she asked back.

He gave her a noncommittal shrug and another glance. "Are you going to continue climbing or not?"

"Yeah, why not?"

What he did not know now was that at some point in the future, he would stay up and smoke the entire

night because he did not accept this one photo of hers.

Of course, this is just an afterthought.

Somewhere in Grudin North.

Raine was hauling her suitcase and approaching when the desk clerk, who had been expecting her,

came up to take her luggage. "This way to the dormitory. Please follow me, Miss Valentine."

After leaving her suitcase in the dormitory, Raine asked the desk clerk, "Where is Mr. Valentine?" "In

his office."