The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 137

"I had something on earlier, Mom. That is why we are home late. Why haven't you slept?"

There was nothing Yvette could say since Mark took the blame. "I have been asleep for a while. I was a

little thirsty, so I got up to drink some water.”

"I will go upstairs first, Mom." Summer stepped out of his arm and went upstairs.

Mark did not follow her. He and Yvette were still talking in the living room.

Summer walked to the bed, picked up the quilt from the bed and grabbed a pillow with the other hand,

then laid them nicely on the settee.

When Mark came in, he frowned at seeing this. He walked over to grab her arm. "Sleep on the bed."

She found it laughable. "Do you even want to dictate where I sleep?”

He pursed his lips and squinted at her.

"Go to the bed then. At least it is more comfortable." While speaking, she took the quilt and pillow back

to the bed. She had little emotion on her face.

Mark went into the bathroom when she was making the bed. He had finished his shower and came out

with a piece of towel wrapping around his waist as soon as the bed was ready.

She walked past him and closed the bathroom door behind her without looking or talking to him.

She was avoiding him, apparently. His eyes narrowed as the sense of alienation upset him.

Taking a hot bath made her feel so relaxed. She closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling.

He lay in the bathtub, letting the hot water flowing around her as she left all the problems at the back of

her mind. She did not want to think about them, but just lay there quietly.

She lay there for 30 minutes and nearly dozed off in the bathtub.

After the bath and when she came out, Mark was still awake. He was leaning against the headboard

and flipping through a magazine with the quilt covering his body from the waist down.

Summer glanced over at him and then sat down at the dressing table and started to pamper her face.

The air in the winter was so dry that her skin was peeling.

Mark dropped the magazine when he heard footsteps, his eyes casually sweeping over her.

After applying the toner, she picked up the lotion bottle. She squeezed and smacked the bottle, but

nothing came out of it. Apparently, the bottle was

empty.

She gave up and put the empty bottle aside. Whisking the quilt open, she got into bed, closed her eyes,

and fell asleep.

She did that in one fell swoop while not sparing Mark a glance.

At first, Mark wanted to say goodnight to her. But he bit his tongue, his expression stiff and awkward. C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

Putting the magazine in his hand aside, Mark gently kneaded his brow in frustration. The room plunged

into darkness when he then leaned over to turn off the bedside lamp.

He closed his eyes when he heard her shallow but steady breathing sound.

After a long while, Summer slowly opened her eyes. She flipped around so her back was facing him

while keeping herself closer to the edge of the bed as much a s possible.