The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 143

Sitting in front of the dressing table and glancing at the cosmetic set, Summer instantly knew that it was

high-end stuff.

Mark gave it to her?

The corner of her mouth turned up in a sneer. She wondered why he gave her this cosmetic set.

Was it because she was his wife, or was he just showing affection in front of outsiders?

Could it be also that he realized he had used harsh words in front of her, and so this was a gesture of

apology?

Of these three possibilities, she figured, the last possibility was almost zero.

She fiddled with the cosmetic box for a while before she unpacked the packaging. Everything inside

was written in Korean, which she could not understand a bit.

Mark emerged from the bathroom. He smelled of orange-fresh, natural, and pleasing fragrance.

He whisked open the quilt and climbed in, then looked at her from behind.

Summer squeezed some lotion on her palm and gently

and evenly patted it on her cheeks. She was instantly bursting with radiance and enchanting.

"So how is the thing?" he asked casually.

Listening carefully, there was an undertone of expectation, as if he was waiting for her compliment.

But it sounded different to Summer’s ears. She stopped what she was doing and looked back at him.

"Don’t tell me that your purpose of giving me this cosmetic set is just for running a trial, and I am your

clinical mice."

Mark's expression stiffened. But it was just for a fleeting second and almost unnoticeable.

He looked at her with cold eyes, his lazily casual face turning gloomy, with his lips pressed into a

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But he retracted his eyes after a few seconds and lay o n the bed with his chest constantly heaving.

He would not explain himself, and the cosmetic set was certainly not a trial product.

He got hot under the collar but could not vent it out. S o he lay brooding in bed.

Hearing no reply from Mark, Summer put the cosmetic set back on the dressing table. Taunting gave

rise to acrimony, but her expression remained nonchalant.

Next early morning.

Everyone was having breakfast at the dining table, not no one said a word.

It was not until sometime later that Yvette broke the silence. "Go with me to the shopping mall, Mark,

Summer. I am going to shop for clothes."

"I have work to do back in the office, Mom." Mark looked up at her with an indifferent expression.

"Come on, it is New Year's Day tomorrow, and everyone is off already. What work?" Yvette was not too

happy. “Don't you want to go shopping with me anymore? Do I embarrass you?"

Mark put his fingers to his forehead and kneaded his brow with a helpless expression.

Yvette seized the opportunity. "It is decided then. We will set off after breakfast."

She never asked Summer if she was okay and made that decision for her.

Summer raised her brows, but did not make a fuss. She had been used to it.