The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 213

While he was sound asleep, Summer went quietly into the kitchen.

There were a ton of ingredients in the refrigerator, and they were very fresh, more than enough for

making breakfast.

She made some bacon, egg, and cheese sandwiches.

When she finished preparing it, Mark had also woken up and gone into the bathroom. His arm was

injured and he would probably find it inconvenient to do certain tasks.

Out of concern, she followed him. He had washed his face and was now shaving his beard.

He did it so awkwardly, with just one hand. "Let me give you a hand," she said.

Mark raised an eyebrow and handed the razor to her, then raised his chin and drew his face closer to

her.

It was the first time for Summer to do this kind of chore. Her hand did not seem to listen to her

instruction, as it was trembling. She could not help it; i t was a razor, not something else that she was

holding.

He bent down slightly so that his eyes were level with hers. They had eye to eye.

Those deep, penetrating eyes seemed to contaminate her, gazing at her as if they were to swallow her

in her entirety.

Who could have kept their minds and hearts calm under such a gaze?

Her cheeks were blushed, and she evaded his eyes. But her spiking heart rate still affected her. Her

hand slipped, and beads of blood popped up on his face.

Shocked, Summer hurriedly searched for tissue paper.

He pressed his hand on hers and used his finger to wipe off the beads of blood from his face. And then

he comforted her. "It is okay."

How could Summer not be worried? She kept asking, "I s it really okay?"

Using his well-knotted hand, he took the razor back from her and gently slid over his face. He raised his

eyebrows, his lips turning up as he pointed at the razor cut. "Kiss me here for two minutes, and I

guarantee it will be alright. Come on..."

He deliberately drew closer to her face, hot breathing blowing from his mouth.

Just when their relationship had just eased up a bit, h e started to push his luck.

She stared at him and sprinkled water on his face with her wet hand.

A few drops of water got into his eyes. As he squinted slowly and dangerously at her, she hurried out of

the bathroom with the corners of her mouth turning up in a smile.

It was time to go to work after breakfast.

The apartment was between Valentine Group and the school. So they were going in opposing

directions.

The two walked out of the apartment side by side. A low-key but luxurious black car had been waiting

for them for a long time.

Harry got out of the car, greeted them politely and respectfully as he opened the door for them.

Mark acknowledged him, and then quickly grabbed Summer, who was about to leave, and shoved her

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"I am going to school." She told him.

He closed the car door, leaned back on the seat with a smile hanging on his lips. "I never said you

weren’t going to school, did I?"