The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 124

Right now, it felt like an insult.

"Could it be that Mrs. Valentine has fallen for me?" He fixed his gaze was upon her, not wanting to miss

any slight expression of her.

Summer took a deep breath. With a bright smile, she answered, "You must be overthinking. We only

take what we need in a trade.”

His lips formed a straight line; he frowned, and there was immense coldness. Turning away, he strode

into the bathroom.

He took off his sweater and pants. He wore only his underwear and let warm water from the shower © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

sprinkle over him from head to toe. But it did not take away his irritation.

That irritation was queer, vague, and indescribable...

In the room, Summer put the glass back on the table. Her lips curled as she sat quietly on the sofa.

Sure enough, whoever reacted emotionally first would be the loser.

After all, she could have overthought it. He didn't have the slightest affection toward her.

It was funny that she didn’t feel the slightest warmth

but only coldness despite the heater being turned on.

She must have embarrassed herself when she dared t o question him!

Full of anxiety, she walked to the window and opened i t. The cold air rushed in, and she felt a sting on

her face.

It was a fault that life had treated her so well thus far, s o much so to the point of no return.

Moreover, she even felt that this marriage wasn't at all bad, but wonderful and blissful. Yet...

At that moment, footsteps were heard, followed by a deep voice. "It's already so late. And what are you

thinking, standing by the opened window, getting blown at by the cold wind?"

Summer gathered up her thoughts, threw a short glance at him, walked to the bed, and picked up her

blanket.

She retreated to the sofa and laid down, wrapped in her blanket.

With only a towel wrapped around his lower body, clear water droplets dripped from his firm chest and

dissolved into the towel.

He observed her every move, and his irritation escalated. "Mrs. Valentine, what are you doing?"

"My stomach isn't feeling well. I keep going to the bathroom. So, it's better for me to sleep here.

Goodnight."

She couldn’t be bothered by how he would feel but turned away from the bed and faced the backrest of

the sofa, allowing him only the view of her back.

One on the bed, another on the sofa; although it was just a tiny gap between them, yet it felt so distant.

Summer remained still in her position. She could feel the look on her back as if it was going to tunnel

through her.

But she ignored it, pretending that she had not noticed it.

She tossed and turned throughout the night. As dusk approached, she finally fell asleep due to

exhaustion.

Nevertheless, she was conscious of him waking up. She lay still and pretended to be asleep.

When he had left, Summer got up and folded her blanket. She packed a few sets of clothing and

planned to return home for a few days.

It had only been one night, her emotions were in a mess, and she felt inexplicably depressed.

It was still very early, and everyone at Valentine mansion was still asleep. She walked out and left.