The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 231

What she received in return from him was just a cold sneer. He held on to his pen with his slender

fingers a s he signed the documents.

Summer had not felt frustrated. She gave a light smile and said, "I'll count to three, and if you don't

answer, I'll just take it as you're not hungry. One, two, three. Okay then, I see that you're truly not

hungry. I'll leave you with your documents. I'll go and eat first."

Right after, she left the room while smiling. She had even helped to shut his door, oh so considerately. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

His chiseled face had darkened tremendously. The pen in his grip had almost torn the paper of his

documents. He could feel his rage firing up again.

He thought, 'She knows I'm angry but why doesn't she try to comfort me? Is that so hard?'

As if on cue, his stomach growled. He had felt hungry, but he would never step out of the room right

after what happened.

Hence, he just sat there with his brows furrowed and struggling with his thoughts.

He felt his rage intensified when he thought of the faint smile she wore as she left. His tall figure rose

as he got up from his seat, and he stepped out of his room, indirectly admitting defeat.

In terms of the cold shoulder war, he knew he could not beat her.

At the dining table, Summer was eating alone. She lifted her head when she heard footsteps and saw

his lean figure pulling out the chair. He sat down, acting a s though nothing happened. His movements

were loud, as though he was throwing a tantrum when he lifted his utensils to pick up some dishes.

Finding his actions somewhat humorous, the corners of her lips curled into a smile. Then, she spoke

up," I've asked you about it before."

He stopped in his movements and lifted his head. His eyes fell upon her, and her reflection could even

be seen at how focused he was on her. He asked, "When was that?"

"On the second day of you returning to Grudin North from Norwood," sipping some water, she

continued flatly, "I had called you, and I was hesitant to ask. But when I wanted to speak, you told me

to never call you again and hung up."

A look of shock plastered on his chiseled face. He narrowed his almond-shaped eyes as his mind

clearly recollected the memory of him saying those words to her.

"--I don't have the time to listen to you if you're just letting me that you're still alive, so don't ever call me

again."

He pursed his lips as he thought of his tone carried hints of annoyance and irritation. He then

understood why she hadn't called him ever again. She had her pride, and what he said must have hurt

her.

"Why didn't you withdraw from the bank then?" he asked as he softened his tone. He felt a mixture of

emotions. He was frustrated with himself for not knowing that the reason behind what transpired lay

within him.

"I didn't know the passcode so that was why I called," she replied nonchalantly, sounding as if she had

forgotten about it.

"I apologize," he swallowed and continued, "This is on me. I was too careless back then."

"It's okay," she said with her brows raised, "So, you shouldn't be mad anymore right? Plus, I think this

time, I should be the one who's throwing the tantrum. Don't you think?"

His lips curled up as he stared at her. His eyes looked gentle as he said, "Yes, of course, you're right.

You can be mad and throw as many tantrums as you want. I a m yours, at your service."

"Let's just eat," she said. She felt her brows twitch as she thought, 'If he was a doll, I would gladly play

along, but he's not, and I surely do not have the interest to toy with a human being.'

"The passcode is 001225," his voice sounded deep as h e replied, "if you need money next time, you

can withdraw some from the bank, and you don't have to let me know. Also, don't worry, you won't

make me bankrupt."

Her smile was plastered on her face. Nevertheless, when she repeated the numbers in her head again,

she felt a chill.

‘001225,1225, isn't that Raine's birthday?' she thought.