The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 254

Never in her life would she use this card. Whether it was then or now, all she could do was to surrender

to fate.

Holding it in her hands, she got up and went to the door. Mark had also walked over. But before they

could react, they had bumped into each other.

Summer felt her forehead hurt slightly, but it wasn’t anywhere as painful compared to what her heart

felt. She lowered her head, held out the card, and handed it to him.

Mark snuffed out the cigarette with his fingers and stared at her with his deep black pupils as if he was

going to eat her alive. But he didn't reach out to receive it.

"You don't want it? I will never use this credit card because it only makes me feel disgusted; and if you

don’t want it, I'll toss it into the rubbish bin."

"Disgusted?" Mark uttered in a very deep tone. He stretched out his hand and squeezed her shoulders

with his tight grip.

No one had ever angered him to this extent, not even Baine!

She was the only one who could provoke him, and

successfully arouse his anger to boiling point!

Never had he felt so angry in his life where if not released, it would only drive him crazy!

Summer furrowed her brows at the pain she felt on her shoulders. But she smiled calmly and

answered,

"Let’s take this example, you are fully aware that I have the credit card of the man I love and set its

password as his birthday; and I give it to you and let you use it as you wish, would you not feel

disgusted?”

Just by the thought of it, she felt it was absurd and ironic! This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Her own husband gave her a credit card he signed up for Baine and told her that the password was the

birthday of the woman he loved but let her spend it as she wished.

He might not think it was funny, but she was disgusted by it, and her disgust came from deep within

her.

"Although you may not be disgusted by it, but I am, to the point where I lose my appetite. Do you

understand now, Mr. Valentine?"

Afterward, she flung the card at him...

'Which lady could bear the burden of entering her rival's birthday every time she swiped the card?’

Maybe, there were some who were able. But she wasn’t that kind of woman, it was impossible for her.

Mark froze for a moment, then he slowly released his grip on her shoulders. It was only then did he

realize that this credit card's password was Raine's birthday.

Summer slightly moved her shoulders that were inflicted with pain. She appeared cold and indifferent.

"I can't raise the issue of divorce; it has to come from you. Therefore, I won’t dawdle anymore on this

nonsense. Besides, I'm tired and need to rest.

Furthermore, I don't think we should be sharing a bed i n a situation like this; and I believe that you are

a gentleman and won't let a pregnant lady to sleep on the sofa."

She was only concerned about what she had to say; without waiting for his response, she shut the door

in his face, and locked it from the inside.

She quietened herself and laid on the large bed with luxurious Norwegian design big enough to fit three

persons.

As she laid in in alone, it seemed very vast and lonely...