The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 101

Mark pointed with his chin, motioning her to shut up and start eating.

She shrugged and creased her nose before tucking in.

It had been two days since they arrived in Grudin North. They had been surviving on instant ramen and

bread. So oatmeal was a welcome change.

She polished off the oatmeal in no time and grinned at him. "Can I have another bowl, please?”

"Since you have asked, I have no reason to say no."

He got up, took her empty bowl, and disappeared into the kitchen.

No matter when and where, he always looked elegant and tempting.

The night was silent, and she shivered from the cold. But she enjoyed the time they were together.

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bowls of oatmeal.

She went to bed and shivered under the blanket.

Mark whisked open the quilt and got in. The bed beside her sank under his weight.

She felt the heat of his body and instinctively got closer to him.

Aware of her action, Mark folded his arms in front of his chest and asked with a listless voice, "You

cold?"

She nodded. There was no heating in the room and it did not help that she shivered.

"Call me darling and I will give you warmth," he said i n a frivolous tone of voice.

She looked at him snappishly. "You should be embarrassed of yourself for asking for a favor from a

patient."

"Why should I?" he said as matter-of-factly. "I expect t o get something in return for my effort."

That sounded weird to the ears.

He chuckled, wrapped his hand around her waist, and drew her closer to him so that she snuggled

against his chest.

"It is my pleasure, Mrs. Valentine."

He lowered his chin, his hot breath blowing against her earlobes.

His hot breath not just warmed her ear but also made i t feel itchy and red.

Her body was warming up, but the posture was not comfortable.

So she put her hands on his chest and pushed herself away from him. Just then, Mark commanded

with his deep and hoarse voice. "Lie still."

She instantly blushed and was frozen in place.

Summer felt time passing incredibly slow in her current posture.

After a long while, Mark put his hand on her back and drew her closer to him. She was now lying on his

chest, her head rising and falling as he breathed. "Now close your eyes and sleep," he mumbled.

She did not look up but just rested on his chest, hearing his heart beating.

The heat from his body did a pretty good job of keeping her warm.

She somehow did not feel like sleeping now because her heart was pounding, her face blushing, and

she kept swallowing involuntarily.

It took her awhile before she felt sleepy again. Her eyes closed involuntarily and then she gradually fell

asleep.

It was a dreamless night. She woke up at nine the next morning.

Sitting in bed, she stretched and looked out of the window.

The sky that had been staying cloudy for the past few days had cleared up. The sun was showing its

face. It was a good day.

She ran a little calculation in her mind: It was

December 20 today-ten more days to go before New

Year's Day. 2

People in Grudin North were having a hard time because of the disaster. Many lost their loved ones,

family, and friends.

It was only natural that few people in Grudin North were in the mood for celebration.

She could not help but feel sad and was emotionally disturbed when she thought of the many

casualties.

The burns on the back of her feet impaired her movement. She was bedridden, staring at her cell

phone, and occasionally reading the newspaper.

She also never felt hungry, as Mark had never failed to bring her food.

When he was busy and could not come back, he would send his assistant Omar, and he would come

back early in the evening.

Over time, she got used to this routine. Every time when the door swung open at 7:00 pm, she knew he

was back.