The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 230

Seeing how angry he had gotten, she believed he had left.

However, when she stepped out of the shopping complex, she spotted him leaning against his car. A

cigarette in between his fingers, he looked elegant and charming, standing out from the crowd.

Her eyes glinted with emotion, and her lips quivered. Just as she wanted to speak up, she saw him

getting into the car after eyeing her.

Swallowing back what she had wanted to say, she walked over and rode shotgun.

He started up the engine, released the clutch, and stepped onto the accelerator as he made a graceful

left turn and drove into the traffic.

It was apparent to her that he was still mad. His thin lips were set in a grim line, and he remained silent

as he drove quietly.

It felt slightly dreary, so Summer decided to speak up t o break the awkward silence. She asked, "What

do you feel like having for lunch?"

As if he did not hear her, she was only responded with silence.

"Or, will you be heading back to the office?" she asked again.

His Adam's apple bobbed, but he remained silent.

'This man truly has a big temper,' she thought as she decided not to speak up again. Seeing as she

hadn't slept well the night before, she began to feel sleepy.

Adjusting her seat, she sank into her seat. She closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep.

Not hearing anything from her, he glanced over from the corner of his eyes. When he saw her sleeping

soundly, he felt a burst of anger arising.

He was waiting for her to apologize and make up to him, but there she was, sleeping soundly in front of

him.

Even though he was rageful, he did not wake her. Instead, he slowed down the car and drove steadily

ahead.

When Summer woke up, she noticed she was lying on her bed in her room. Holding herself up, she sat

up on the bed.

Despite wanting to open her eyes, she couldn't as though she hadn't rested enough and her eyes were

stuck together with glue. She struggled as she tried to open them.

After sitting on the bed idly for a while, she forced herself off the bed and walked to the washroom. As

soon as she opened the door, she was faced with Mark, who was dressed in a bathrobe.

He deliberately ignored her, walked past her, and stepped forward.

Her brows furrowed slightly as she wondered if he was still angry. She stepped into the washroom after

staring briefly at his back. She felt awake and refreshed after washing her face.

Checking the time, she noticed that it was already 2:0 0 pm, but she did not have to go to school since

it was a Sunday.

Stepping out of the washroom, she headed to the kitchen as she felt hungry. There was still some

leftover rice from the day before, so she did not need t o cook from scratch. She decided to use it to

make some fried rice.

She gathered the ingredients from the fridge. Since she had just gotten them from the day before, they Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

were all still fresh. She took some eggs and began cooking up some egg-fried rice. After that, she

cooked up two other dishes and placed them on the dining table.

Later, she went to the study. She stood outside the room as she lifted her hand and knocked on the

door.

She could not hear anything coming from the room. Furrowing her brows, she pushed the door open

and stepped in. She saw him behind his desk, reading a bunch of documents. The corner of his eyes

swept over her when he heard footsteps.

"The meal's ready," she said as she lifted her hand and knocked on his desk, eliciting a crisp, loud

sound to get his attention.