The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 142

When Mark suddenly spoke, her hand reflexively clicked on the 'hit' button and got the king, which

meant she burst.

She turned around and glared at him. "Look what you did to me! Don't suddenly speak behind me!"

He should not have told her this and that while she was focusing on the game. From NôvelDrama.Org.

Mark smirked. He took the tie off his burgundy shirt and sunk into the settee. "It is just a card game.

Why d o you have to get so serious?”

She finally paid attention to him-not because of the cosmetics, but the goddamn card game.

"Isn’t it just a card game? Do you know how difficult it is to achieve a total of twenty-one? You should

not have disturbed me while I am focused on it!"

She was still fit to be tied. She had played ten games and lost nine. When she thought she could make

it all back in this game, he screwed it up for her. She lost almost all her tokens.

"Wasn't the mouse in your hand? I was just cheering for you. It was you who hit that damn button."

She glared at him. 'Cheering? How ridiculous!’

"Have you ever played card games? Do you know how t o play Blackjack?"

Mark squinted and smirked at her, then looked at the screen. "It is a fresh round, Mrs. Valentine."

She quickly looked back at the screen.

This time, she finally got lucky-a Blackjack, which meant she won immediately and got herself 5,000

tokens back.

She looked at the time; it was 9:40 pm, time to go to bed. So she got up and went into the bathroom.

He glanced at her. After she disappeared from his sight, he sat down in front of the notebook and

fiddled with the mouse.

When Summer came out, she saw him sitting in front o f the computer with a serious expression on his

face and his finger gently tapped on the mouse button.

She looked on and was startled for a while.

Without taking a closer look, he would have given the impression that he was working on a computer.

But the truth was, he was just playing Blackjack.

Summer snapped back and came up to him from behind, just in time to see a pop-up message: 'Your

tokens are less than 1,000. Please reload before continuing.'

She folded her arms and stood behind him with a grave expression.

Mark had sensed her presence behind her. He kneaded his forehead with a hint of embarrassment o n

his face.

"You have taken a shower? Luck isn't on my side today."

He casually glanced at her and went into the bathroom before she could say anything.

Summer closed the notebook lid and said snappishly," What else do you know, Mr. President? You

don’t even know how to play Blackjack."

Mark could clearly hear from inside the bathroom what she said. He scratched his chin with his lips

tuning up, looking sexy.

He wondered where she learned that logic-who the hell said a company president had to master

Blackjack?

At least, she got angry now after days of giving him the cold shoulder. At least, it was a response.