The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 232

Summer would not have believed it if he were to say it was just a coincidence.

She thought, 'There are so many number sequences he could’ve used, but yet he chose '1225'. Isn't that just too suspicious?'

As she thought so, she was certain that the passcode h e had set was definitely the digits of Raine's birthday.

She lost the appetite to eat as she looked at the perfect scrambled egg paired with pearl white grains of rice o n her plate. She responded softly as she dropped her head, covering the expressions in her eyes.

But as she thought of how furious he had been when she wanted to loan money from him, her heart wavered and softened.

She had believed that a man must have some feelings for a woman if he got angry at her for not wanting to use his money.

But now, a part of her deeply felt that such a thought she had was ridiculous.

'Back then, if there was a reason why I didn’t want to use his card, it would be because of what he had said,' she thought.

'But now, it would be because of Raine that I would not even think of using that card. Ever.'

With her head hung low, the expressions shown on her face could not be seen. The only part of her that was visible was her pale and slender neck.

Possibly due to her pregnancy and the 'pregnancy glow', her already fair skin seemed to glow even brighter, and it looked soft and smooth like a freshly peeled egg.

Mark's Adam's apple was slightly bobbing. His eyes were profound as he recalled her tenderness and warmth.

With her petite frame turned against him, he stared as he said, "I'll send you there.”

"No, it's okay. I’ll just take a taxi there. Since you have the time, you can go and wash the dishes. I don't feel like washing them later when I’m home," her voice rang from the room.

Upon hearing so, his defined brows twitched and slightly furrowed as he stared at the dishes in front of him.

'There isn't much to bring anyway,' she thought. When she walked out of her room, there was no sign of him i n the living room, but sounds of water splashing resonated from the kitchen.

She leaned slightly to the side, and her eyes easily fell upon his tall figure. He was wearing a pair of rubber gloves, and foams of bubbles covered them as he washed the dishes. His movements looked awkward and out of place, which made it obvious that he had never done something like that before.

After taking a few glances, she retracted her gaze, then picked up her bag and left.