The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 203

Summer came out of her thought after a while and went into the kitchen to make a simple corn

chowder. She then sat at the dining table and started eating, once again ignoring him completely.

Mark found the water hard to swallow when he saw she was giving him the cold shoulder again. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Gloominess shrouded his good mood, his deep squinted eyes staring at her from behind. "Let's talk,

Mrs. Valentine."

After taking a sip of the corn chowder, her hands and feet warmed up. She looked up at him and

spelled out her words. "What does Mr. Valentine want to talk to m e about? Is it about the tripartite

relationship between the three of us? Since you refuse to divorce, then your intention must be to

maintain the status quo. And the so-called status quo means that our marriage is just a transaction.

When you have the right to interfere with my affairs, but I can’t with yours, what is the point of talking?"

Mark narrowed his eyes, thinking she was not ordinarily smart. She always hit the nail on the head.

"Unless you have made a thorough decision to divorce me, or decide to be with her, then there will be a

need for a good talk between us. And when you want to talk

to me, have you decided what to talk about? Don't tell me you are on impulse just because you can’t

bear to see my face and attitude."

Mark was not a person who would usually talk about himself, but she could vaguely guess what was on

his mind, judging from what he said for the past few days.

He was a well-known figure in Santabaca, and everyone was trying to butter him up.

It must be that he could not stand it when she gave him the cold shoulder for the past several days.

He frowned and looked her in the eyes. He could see his own reflection in her black, lustrous pupils.

By now, Summer had finished the corn chowder. She got up but left the bowl and spoon on the table

while she went to brush her teeth in the bathroom.

When she came out after a while, she glanced at him. " Wash the dishes and help yourself to it if you

want to a bowl of corn chowder. I am tired, and I need to sleep."

If this marriage did not end and she kept being callous toward him, it would only destroy her mood.

Should she wait and see and let things take its natural course?

She had a baby in her womb, and the doctor said that she should keep a good mood. It was for the

sake of not only her but also the baby.

As her voice trailed off, she went into the bedroom and retired to bed.

Mark watched her disappear. What she said just now made him feel better.

He walked into the kitchen, washed the bowl she had just used, and helped himself to the corn

chowder.

The thing was light and sour, but it tasted refreshing. He seemed to have gotten used to her cooking

style.

The heater in the guest room had still not improved. The room was still cold. He glanced across the

living room, and his eyes landed on the door of the room before he walked toward it, keeping his steps

light so that he would not wake her up.

Summer had fallen asleep. Since she became pregnant, she was especially lethargic. She went to bed

early at night and felt as if she still did not get enough sleep when she got up in the morning.

Mark quietly came to the bedside and stood there, staring at her. His lips slightly raised.

Her palm-sized cheeks, fair pink skin made her look like a quiet and well-behaved girl. But she was

also stubborn and eloquent.

When she got angry, she looked icy cold and would not look at him for days, let alone talking. He hated

this, but there was nothing he could do.

He gingerly swiped his warm, well-knotted hand across her cheek.