The light makeup was very suitable for her, simple yet exquisite. It brought out her pink, rosy cheeks, and her lips seemed soft and juicy, just like jelly.
Mark squinted his eyes and furrowed his brows, "Is it necessary to wear make up for a lecture?” he said with a dissatisfied tone.
She continued to put lip gloss on. She did not bother t o even look at him.
It was said to be light makeup, but in fact, due to pregnancy, she barely put anything besides a little bit of eyeliner and some lip gloss on her face.
Then, she took her purse from the table and headed outside. "Don’t forget to do the dishes," she said as she walked towards the door.
Hearing that, Mark felt speechless. His eyes could not help but twitch slightly. At the very next second, he took the keys on the table with his slender fingers and followed right at the heels of his wife.
The car stopped in front of the school's main entrance. Summer opened the car door and wanted to step out. Mark quickly grasped her arm, his brows knitted, "Are you going to leave just like that?" "I will remember to put on lip gloss," she ended the
topic quickly and rushed into the school compound. It was heard that there would be a famous lecturer from other schools visiting today. She needed to prepare well for the class. It was important to conduct the class flawlessly. Thus, she couldn't afford any mistakes.
A trace of displeasure flashed across his eyes, 'It seems that Mrs. Valentine's actions have been out of line lately. Does she still remember my position, as her husband?', he thought to himself.
Without staying for long, he left the school and drove towards the Valentine mansion.
Raine was sitting in the living room when Mark arrived. As she looked at the man with a well-built figure walking, her eyelashes fluttered, and she felt nervous.
Mark glanced over at the scene. His handsome face remained cold and showed no signs of fluctuations in emotion. Without hesitation, he made big strides with his long legs and headed upstairs quickly.
Seeing that, Raine followed him closely. Her hands, which hang down at the sides, were gently clenched. She was overwhelmed with emotions to the point that she was slightly trembling.
Mark went to Yvette's room, and there was a maid cleaning. The windows were left open to let in some fresh air. The maid was busy trimming the branches o f the potted plants on the balcony.
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