The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 189

The aroma of her dishes filled the room. Mark's eyes narrowed, feeling a little hungry.

But the woman had no intentions of inviting him to eat with her. His eyes darkened, but he did not

bother anymore. He walked into the kitchen just to find out that there was no extra cutlery for him.

He fidgeted his brows and turned back to the living room, sitting on the couch.

Summer had too much for her lunch, so a simple soup was enough to fill her stomach. She washed the

dishes and went to her desk in the living room, preparing the materials for her class tomorrow. Her

bedroom was too small to fit her desk and notebooks.

Mark watched her from behind, his gaze deep. He then walked back into the kitchen to get himself

some of the soup she had. He filled the soup in the bowl she used after heating it.

Summer was typing away on her keyboard when she heard a faint slurping sound. She frowned and

turned around.

All she saw was the man sitting at her table in his suit. He was eating the soup from her bowl quietly.

The table was a little small, creating the illusion of

him looking stuffed in her living room.

Summer shot him a side eye before looking back to her computer screen. Everything he did was no

longer her business.

After she was done with her class preparation, she cleaned her desk and went to the washroom,

wanting t o take a shower. There was no hot water, so the water that came out from the shower was icy

cold. But Summer just went along with it.

Mark was already done with the soup when she went back to the living room after her shower. He

stared at her intensely, "Let's go back to Valentine Mansion.”

She took her broom and started to sweep the floor. She did not bother to look at him when she

responded, "I like it here. You can show yourself out, Mr.

Valentine."

Mark's lips tightened as he looked at her small apartment. His lips now curled, "Pack your things, let's

go back to my place."

This, however, was enough to make Summer lift her head. She stopped whatever she was doing and

uttered word by word, "I am staying here; I am not going anywhere. Mr. Valentine can leave anytime!"

She was continuously making him leave. Mark's eyes tightened with coldness, asking her coldly, "Why

should I leave?"

"This is MY room!" Summer reminded him, not bothering to beat around the bush.

Disagreeing, Mark shrugged and said, "Our properties are shared after marriage. Since this house

belongs to Mrs. Valentine, I believe it is naturally mine as well. I have every right to this house."

Summer had met many petty people before, but none o f them could top Mark’s level of pettiness. She

found him both insulting and laughable.

He had a mansion to go back to, but he still insisted o n staying at her small and old apartment,

exercising his rights.

'Whatever...'

She headed back to her room and laid on her bed. It was a single bed. Comparing to the bed in her

room, this bed felt much smaller, but it was just nice for one person.

She covered herself with her blanket and ignored the person outside. Closing her eyes, she fell asleep.

She still had classes to teach tomorrow. She didn't have both the time and mood to waste time on

Mark.

Mark’s adam's apple bobbed slightly as he watched Summer disappear before his eyes. His eyes

narrowed; his teeth gritted. Though he was annoyed, there was nothing he could do.

He was initially sitting on the sofa, but it started to get uncomfortable after some time. His tall frame

squirmed and changed positions, laying down on the sofa.

The sofa was cheaply made. There was definitely no competition between that sofa and the couch in C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

his place. It was too small for him. Turning his body would only cause him to fall onto the floor.

He pulled a long face as his eyebrows tightened. He stood up and laid on the sofa with his body curled.

His movements were so restricted that he could not even stretch.

Moreover, the heater in the room was not functioning very well. He was still feeling cold in the living

room.

Swiftly, he removed his coat and used it as a blanket, covering his body to keep himself warm.