The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 159

Confused, Summer questioned, "Where are you sleeping, Mr. Valentine?"

Raising a brow, Mark responded casually, "Where would you be sleeping?"

"My room of course," she answered.

"Hmm, where do you think I should be sleeping then?" he questioned.

Summer's heart raced. She gulped. 'My imagination isn't going to come true, right?'

"You're not going to sleep in my bedroom, are you?” All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Mark maintained his cool expression. He looked at her intriguingly and smiled, "Kudos, Mrs. Valentine,

very wise indeed..."

Upon hearing, she pinched her finger and tried to talk him out of it, "My room is very small, it'll be very

uncomfortable for you."

"I don’t mind it, why should you, hmm?"

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Although he didn't mind, it didn't mean the same for her!

"Besides, I would love to explore a woman's room. Any

objections? Or... should I get permission from the hosts?"

'It's obvious that they will agree to his request, what are the chances of them rejecting it?’

"Do as you see fit," she answered grumpily. Then, she went into the bathroom.

Moving his long legs, Mark slowly stepped into the left -most room. His sight wandered around; the

room was indeed small but very tidy.

In the middle of the room was the bed. It was covered i n a rose-colored bedsheet. The windows were

tinted with pale green color, and there was also a wardrobe, desk, and unnamed flowers lined up on

the windowsill.

It was simple and warm. The scent of the tangerine perfume was very aromatic.

He stood beside the desk and casually flipped through her coursework. The writings were neat and

foretold the sincerity of their author.

'Hmm... It seems that Mrs. Valentine takes her work seriously...'

Summer emerged from the bathroom. She had her bath and was already in her pajama. His eyes were

half-closed as he sat in bed, dozing off.

She frowned but couldn’t make sense of his thoughts.' Valentine mansion has such complete facility,

why did he insist to let himself be cramped in this tiny

room?’

She walked over and nudged him with her outstretched arm. "I'm done, do you want to bathe?"

"No..." he shook his head. In fact, he had mysophobia.

"Now that you've seen the size of my bed, are you sure that it's going to fit you?" she continued.

The room was already small; moreover, it was merely a single bed. How could the two of them fit into

it?

"The bed is not alive, but we are living beings; we'll figure it out..."

Holding her arms above her chest, Summer took a few steps backward and teased him. "Alright, you

think of an idea."

Looking at the single bed, then turning to look at her, Mark answered, "I'll lie down in bed, and you

cuddle with me..."

what idea was this?

It had been a tiring day, and Summer was exhausted; she couldn't be bothered anymore and climbed

into bed.

He too came forward, removed his shoes, and climbed into bed. His only problem was he couldn't

stretch his legs fully but had to curl them due to the small bed.

Instantly, the already tiny bed became very cramped; and if they both laid flat, no one would be able to

sleep.

Helplessly, she turned to her side, her back facing him and her face close to the side near the wall.