The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 219

The entire Solitude was built on the water, and it could match with those floating structures during

ancient times. The long corridors were hung with torches with dancing fires reflected off the calm lake

surface.

It exuded a sense of elegance, classicism, serenity, and depths. No wonder so many people loved this

place.

The servers walked out and greeted them to a fanshaped wooden door made of bamboo, which had

some writings on it.

As they entered, they were greeted by a new world. In front of them was a long bamboo dining table,

surrounded by pale white flowers that gave out a faint, pleasing scent.

Directly opposite was the crystal-clear lake they saw o n the outside. The lake was covered with reeds.

When a gust of wind blew by, the reeds would sway with the wind.

Those teachers were seated, and they all exclaimed with wonder over the beautiful sight.

Summer was immersed in the beautiful scenery, too. Just then, door opened, and servers started to

serve

the meal.

Almost every dish was light milky white, without too strong seasoning. They were light and fresh at first

glance, cooked in such a way to bring out the food’s natural taste.

"Don't serve food first. Otherwise, the food would have turned cold by the time Mr. Valentine arrives,"

Amy said to Summer.

"Please excuse me." Summer got to her feet, going away to make a phone call.

"When will you be arriving? We are here. Umm, the food is being served right now," she said into the

phone.

"I will be there in just a while," Mark said in a deep voice. "Keep them entertained first, Mrs. Valentine."

Nodding, Summer exhorted, "Be safe."

“I will, Mrs. Valentine." He responded briskly, as if the corners of his mouth were raised.

After returning to the private box, she asked everyone t o feel at home and help themselves to the food.

But those teachers were apparently well-nurtured. They insisted on waiting for Mark to avoid being

seen as rude.

No one ate, and Summer had no choice but to wait. While waiting, she called Mark again.

About twenty minutes later, Mark arrived. His black coat was hung on his arm, so naturally and

casually. H e looked like he came in a hurry, yet that did not hinder his charm, natural elegance, and

honor.

He apologized with a flat but polite voice and an apologetic expression on his face. "Sorry, I am late.

Toast to everyone who comes."

As soon as his deep voice trailed off, Mark picked up the sake on the table and toasted. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

His action was clean, without the slightest hesitation. Following him, those teachers picked up the sake

on the table and toasted each other.

Everyone had arrived, and they started to tuck in.

Those teachers looked a little reserved and nervous to dine with a distinguished figure like Mark.

It was not until Mark struck up a conversation with them did the atmosphere ease up. They could now

talk and laugh freely.

There was a glass of sake in front of Summer. Mark saw it and narrowed his eyes, then took it away

and asked the server for a glass of fruit juice.

"Oh, what a loving couple. Mr. Valentine is so thoughtful. Summer is so lucky.” Everyone at the table

cheered.

Summer blushed at hearing that.

"She is pregnant. Drinking is not suitable for her," Mark said. There were no changes in his expression,

and his voice was gentle.

Summer was slightly startled before her gaze fell on him.