The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 115

"Mrs. Valentine, a bowl of noodles, please..."

Afterward, Summer’s voice was heard, "You are so wealthy, yet you can’t afford a meal outside?"

"Your cooking is still the best for my tastebuds, light and fresh..."

"I'm not your personal chef. If you want some, pay up first." This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Mark lazed on the sofa and replied, "Haven't I given you my credit card?"

Hearing that, Summer said no word, her movement and expression slightly frozen.

She recalled that phone call and his words from that incident.

"I can't use your card. I'll return it to you in a while; besides, I also have my own income, there is no

need t o use yours."

She may have made an understatement, but it was truthful and honest.

At that moment, Mark frowned. He looked at her gloomily and spewed out a few words, "You keep it..."

"Your card has too much credit; I'm afraid that if I ever lose it, I can't even pay you back with my life, so

I

would prefer to be at ease."

To be honest, Mark's money wasn't something Summer could spend, so why the unnecessary worry?

However, Mark's face turned sour, and he responded coldly, "I've always liked others to feel worried....”

"Mark, can you not be such a d*ck, just let me live my life in peace, can you?"

'What's wrong with this? She's giving back his card, not asking for it.'

Finally, with a darkened look on his face, Mark said, "A s Mrs. Valentine, if it isn't spending my money,

then whose money is it?'

"I don't want to spend anyone’s money. I have my own, and that's enough for me to survive." Summer

smiled brightly, "Furthermore, I don't feel comfortable spending someone else's money."

"Hmph..." Mark got up and walked towards the bathroom in frustration as if he wanted to end the

conversation.

Summer shrugged in disagreement. In her opinion, she should earn her keep.

Nevertheless, she still went down to the kitchen to cook him a bowl of noodles.

It would be very uncomfortable and difficult to have a good sleep if the stomach was kept hungry after a

day of heavy drinking.

Hearing footsteps, Raine hid herself in the room next door.

As the footsteps faded, she quietly opened the door, walked out, and returned to her room, panting.

Every word in the conversation remained in her mind. She could not fall asleep, so she sat by the

window and stared into the night.

'Isn’t it natural for a couple to share a credit card?'

But when she compared and contrasted the way Mark interacted with Summer just now and the way he

had treated her in the living room, she could not calm herself down as she gasped heavily.

She could not accept the huge difference in the attitudes displayed by Mark towards Summer and her.

She had always wanted this for herself, yet it wasn't what she had expected at this moment.

An inner voice seemed to be telling her that this was not what she wanted.

While being lost in her thoughts, she was interrupted b y the sudden ringing of her phone.

She picked it up, and the blue screen read a blinking text, 'Patrick Lloyd'.

Frustrated, she answered the phone, "Hey."