The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 220

This was the first and only time she heard the word pregnancy from him and him mentioning the child

since their marriage.

"How long has it been?" Amy's eyes widened.

"Three months," Summer said as she snapped back.

"Apparently, you got pregnant before marriage, eh? That’s not bad. It won’t be long before you have a

baby in your arms. Do you prefer a boy or a girl?"

"A girl." Summer said with no hesitation, as if she already had the answer in mind.

"Why do you prefer girls?"

"Girls are adorable, thoughtful, and well-behaved," Summer said.

Amy smiled and shifted her attention to Mark again. " What about you, Mr. Valentine? Do you prefer

Summer to give birth to a boy or a girl?"

No one had ever asked him such a question. His deep gaze froze, realizing that he had never thought

about i t.

A boy or a girl?

He turned his eyes on Summer, staring at her nonchalant face that had a pair of dents in her

cheeks. They looked like white pear blossoms.

Something tugged at his heartstrings at this moment. I f she was pregnant with a baby girl, would the

girl be a s beautiful as her?

She would have the same dimples on her cheeks, and her brows would share half of his and half of

Summer’s features.

He felt an emotion within him, but he could not describe it. It just felt full and content. He then said with

his natural deep voice, "A girl.”

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"They are noisy,” he said with a frown.

Amy thought this reason was funny, and so she asked, "Then what if it is a boy?”

As his deep and slightly tender eyes glanced over at Summer, he gently kneaded his brow with his

hands, sounding helpless. "I will just have to raise him."

Summer was staring at him as he looked over, and their eyes met.

His eyes were deep like water, a deep pool that wanted to swallow her inside. Her heart raced.

Fearing that she would fall into it, she glanced away.

Suddenly, she felt a warmth wrapped around her hand under the table. She was taken aback, knowing

that it was him. She spontaneously looked at the man beside her.

Mark was staring at her with lips lifted, his slightly rough finger rubbing against the soft skin of her palm.

Just like that, he quietly placed her hand on her thigh, hand in hand. The feeling was so intimate.

While the others were talking and laughing at the table, Mark answered their questions matter-of-factly.

At the same time, he clasped her hand affectionately under the table.

Summer's earlobes felt hot. She felt content and could not help but smile, with the corners of her mouth

turning up. i

It was 10:00 pm by the time the diner was over. They had scheduled some other activities originally, but

since it was getting late and getting back to the city would take some time, they called it off.

Those teachers got into the other vehicles, while Mark and Summer got into the black Land Rover, with

Harry as the driver.

Back at the apartment, Summer put on her slippers. Before she could move her feet, the man behind

her swept her into his arms.