The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 204

After that, he picked up the quilt and blanket from one side. Instead of returning to the living room, he

spread the blanket on the floor and lay down beside the bed.

The room was small and just for two people. Even though the heater did not work properly, it was still

much better than sleeping in the living room.

There was only the faint breathing sound of the two of them in the room.

Summer woke up in the middle of the night to answer nature's call. Pregnancy made her not only

lethargic but also prone to frequent urination.

Sitting up in bed, she could barely make out a person lying on the floor under the faint moonlight. She

frowned, turned on the table lamp, and she finally saw it clearly.

The man was sleeping on the floor with his handsome face resting on his arm. He was casual, lazy,

and looked entirely different under the moonlight.

Perhaps, outside the apartment, after he ignored Paine, grabbed her by the wrist, and took her away;

or perhaps, when she asked him if he had the right to know his freedom, and he agreed to it, her heart

had softened slightly.

A woman in love seems to be like this; even if the other party only provides a little warmth, she will

seize it and ingrain it in her heart.

She had told the landlady in the afternoon about the heating issue, but things had not improved at all.

It was not obvious when lying in the quilt, but once she stepped out, the chill bit her skin.

Quietly, Summer took out a quilt from the cabinet on the side and put it on him. Only then she went into

the bathroom.

After returning, she could not fall back asleep. Her eyes occasionally glanced at the body on the floor

with concerns. She tossed and turned, finding it difficult to fall asleep.

She said nothing in the end. It was not after a long time later did she finally fall asleep again.

The next morning, Mark woke up first. When his deep and slightly sleepy eyes saw the quilt on his

body, his thin lips curled upwards and he was in a good mood again.

Mrs. Valentine's attitude toward him seemed to be easing up.

He lowered his head and glanced at the time. It was six-something. He lifted the quilt and got up, then

glanced at her and left the room.

He walked out of the dark alley outside the apartment. There were breakfast stalls selling everything

lining

the street.

Standing in front of a stall, Mark’s eyes darted on the various breakfasts, wondering what her

preference was. At last, he made up his mind. "Some of everything, please," he said to the stall owner.

The stall owner nodded happily, swiftly filled a portion of each item, tied the bag, and handed it over.

He took the bag in his hand and held out a $100 bill to him, then turned around and left without waiting

for the change.

As soon as the landlady opened the door, she saw a charming, tall man walking towards her. She

broke into a smile and greeted him. "Good morning, Mr.

Valentine."

"Good morning." He nodded apathetically and politely, and then he walked past her and opened the

door.

Watching him disappearing from her sight, the landlady gulped. She had never encountered a man as

superb as this one.

She was in her forties and had long passed the age where she would easily fall for a man. But she was

still fascinated by him, completely losing her selfcontrol.

All beautiful things are pleasing to the eye. It only takes a glance to make one feel charged up.

In the eyes of the landlady, Mark must a thoughtful and charming man. She came to the conclusion This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

because of the takeaway breakfast he was holding in his hands.