The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 293

"It's alright. I'll just take a taxi. You should hurry. I'll b e going now. We can keep in touch through calls."

She had gone to a hotel instead. The reason being she hadn't thought of how she should explain to her parents.

Sitting on the couch by the window, she watched as the cars drove by and people walking about on the busy streets through the window.

A moment later, as though she had thought of something, she fished out her phone from her bag and drafted a message.

"Let's meet at the Civil Registry Office at ten tomorrow, n

Although they had both signed the divorce agreement, there was still one last step to finalize it.

Her finger hovered over the "send" key. After hesitating for quite a moment, she had pressed on it and sent the message.

On the other side.

At the airport.

Yvette had rushed over and held onto Raine, whose body had still felt weak. Yvette's heart had ached for

her.

Raine was quiet the whole time. The hat and mask that she put on had almost covered her entire face.

She was still not used to being the way she is now. She still could not bear the weird gazes from others.

Mark was walking behind them. Feeling the vibrations from his phone in his suit pants pocket, he fished out his phone and clicked on the message.

"Let's meet at the Civil Registry Office at 10 tomorrow."

His chiseled features had looked expressionless and calm, but his hand, which was holding onto his phone, had tightened. His grip was so tight as if he had wanted to crush this phone.

Yvette turned around when she didn't hear his footsteps following along. She saw him standing still while furrowing his brows as he stared at his phone. She asked, "What's wrong, Mark?"

The door of the Land Rover opened, and Mark who had a black coat on got off the car. Raine had stayed i n the car.

As though he didn't notice her, he walked past her and towards the office. Her fists clenched, and she forced herself to stay calm as she followed behind him.

They entered through the side entrance of the building, and went straight to the office. An officer had been waiting for them there. Right when he saw Mark, he greeted,"Hello, Mr Valentine."

Mark took a seat on the couch after responding briefly. His gaze looked deep like bottomless pits as h e narrowed his eyes.

Opening up her fists which had grown warm, Summer passed over the divorce agreement to him along with some other documents.

His eyes glanced over her occasionally, and every time they landed on her, they had grown colder, but he hadn't uttered a word. It was mocking, yet he didn't care.

The office was utterly quiet. The officers worked efficiently and quietly without chatting or saying anything unnecessary. Summer only stood there with her eyes straight ahead, holding onto her bag. She did not look at him.

A moment later, the staff had handed them two copies of a document that was titled 'Divorce Decree' in bold. The two bolded words had looked so prominent yet glaring.