The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 68

The dark shade of royal blue had contrasted with her pale skin tone beautifully. As it accentuated her

complexion, she looked extremely dazzling.

The thigh-high slit on the left side of the dress brought out her long slim legs. It was alluring and almost

tempting as her legs would only be partly visible occasionally as the skirt flowed.

He had not expected for her to look so ravishing in the dress.

He had frozen for a moment and felt his blood rush. His eyes darkened, and he swallowed down a gulp

before exclaiming, "Change to the next!"

He furrowed his brows as he thought, 'That slit was almost up to her waist. Why are the designs of the

dresses here getting so poor?'

Summer examined herself in the mirror and thought,' Does it look that bad on me? Sure, it's kind of

exposing, but it's still a pretty dress.'

After going back and forth for quite some time, she had nearly tried on every dress the shop assistant

had brought to her, but the picky man outside was not satisfied with any of them.

It took quite a while for her to change into a dress, but

all he did was taking a short glance at her before spitting out a "Next!". And she had to repeat the cycle

all over again.

Fatigue had slowly caught up to her, and she was growing frustrated. She huffed in annoyance as she

sat and rested for a bit in the dressing room.

"Do I look that bad in those dresses? Can't he just simply pick one? I'm getting tired of him acting like a

master ordering around his pet. Does he know how tiring this is?"

Feeling amused at her complaint, the store assistant who was holding onto her next dress chuckled

and said, "I think it's the opposite, Mrs. Valentine. You have a great figure, and all the dresses looked

gorgeous on you, but personally, I think the dress that looked the best on you was the royal blue one.”

Summer didn’t know how to describe what she felt when she heard someone addressing her as Mrs.

Valentine. It was a strange yet pleasant feeling.

"And, I think it's because he thinks the dresses looked a bit too revealing on you. That's why he kept

asking you to change. Men can be very possessive after all."

"Are you sure?” Summer asked with her brows raised a s she lifted her head and smiled at the store

assistant.

Summer could clearly tell that something in her was going off track and that something was her heart.

At the beginning of this whole incident, she had only agreed to marry him to protect her unborn child.

But now, she knew her heart had wavered- she had uncontrollably and undeniably gotten attracted to

him, and she was falling deeper for him day by day.

"Of course! Why don’t you try this red one next, Mrs. Valentine? It's gorgeous, and I think it would look

great on you as well."

The expensive lights shined through the night, and the ambiance was luxurious at the Paragon Hotel.

The parking lot was filled with the world's most renowned cars. A long red carpet was extended from

the fountain to the hotel entrance, which was a big classy glass revolving door.

Reporters and journalists flocked in like bees to honey as they entered while the guards were using

their might to keep everyone at bay.

The hotel's interior was decorated in a golden theme with warm tones, giving the whole room a sun-

soaked feeling similar to the Mediterranean-style designs. Under the night sky, it looked grand and

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Dressed in a long purple dress, Amara was accompanied by her two friends. The trio gaped around the

hotel together.

There was an Italian musical fountain right in the middle of the huge banquet hall. The water dances-

rising and falling as it follows the dynamics of the music. Famous French paintings were carved on the

bronze pillars, and a big shiny clear crystal lamp was hanging high as it reflects and disperses the light

into colorful rays. The whole place looked extravagant and luxurious.

Amara could not help but stare in an openmouthed wonder as it was the first time in her entire life that

she was able to step foot into a place so exclusive. Her friends, whom she brought along, kept

showering her with thanks and praises.

Nobles who were lavishly dressed up had gathered in the banquet hall, filling up the space as they held

their wine glasses while smiling and chatting with one another.

All of a sudden, sounds of applause echoed through the hall. As she followed the sound and

everyone's gaze, her eyes widened in reflex, and her mouth was agape to the size that could fit in an

egg.

'Isn't that the b*tch, Summer?' she thought as she filled with envy.