The President's Accidental Wife novel 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.

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?"

"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.