The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 75

She turned to look at him. "You're hungry?"

He pinched his brow with his fingers, his breath smelling of alcohol. "I drank quite a lot with clients. I

need something to fill my stomach."

"I will see what I can get." She got up and went into the kitchen.

There was still some beef, spinach, and carrots in the fridge.

So she made him a bowl of spinach beef soup.

As Mark stared at the bowl of spinach beef soup, she turned around and looked at him in puzzlement."

What is going on?"

"There are carrots in there."

"Carrot is not a poison." She ignored him and went to take a shower.

He had alcohol all night while out entertaining clients. Now the tantalizing aroma of the soup made him

hungry.

He looked at the carrots in the soup again and frowned. It was not after a while later he picked up the

spoon and dug in.

Summer emerged from the shower after half an hour.

Mark was lying on the bed and had crashed out.

She padded over to the coffee table and saw something ludicrous.

Now she knew how much Mark hated carrots. She saw chunks of carrot were left on the edge of the

coffee table.

He finished the soup and beef, and even washed the dishes, but left the carrots behind.

Who would have thought that a powerful company president would behave like a child-eating what he

liked and picking out what he hated.

She chuckled. After cleaning up the table, she went to bed, whispered "good night' to him, and fell

asleep.

They woke up at six the next morning and headed straight to the airport. Upon arrival, they collected

their flight tickets, went through security checks, and then boarded the plane.

Mark was sitting by the window, his eyes completely focused as his fingers flipped through the

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Summer sat beside him. She picked up an inflight magazine and glanced at it. Nothing interested her,

so she put it back down.

Sitting across the aisle was a middle-aged man, who looked like a businessperson in his thirties. "Hi,

you must be a teacher," the man said to her suddenly.

"Yeah, how do you know?" Summer nodded in surprise.

"My intuition has been all accurate so far. You have that cool and collected look in you," the man smiled

gently.

Since there was nothing to do sitting on the plane, the two of them struck up a conversation. They

found they shared many common thoughts and interests.

Since they clicked, the conversation became even more enjoyable. The man’s mature and humorous

personality helped, too. Summer was chortling with delight the entire time.

Mark looked up at this time and saw Summer resting her chin on her hand. She had a bright smile on

her face. She laughed so much that her sparkling eyes narrowed into slits and her cheeks reddened

like a Barbie doll. Mark's expression changed.

Summer had not noticed it but continued to listen to the man cracking his funny jokes. She was so

entertained that she was shedding happy tears.

It was at this time that the man handed over his business card to Summer.

Just as Summer was about to reach out to take the card, the deep voice of Mark came to ears. "Get

up."

Summer looked over at him in puzzlement. "Huh?" "We are swapping our seats." His voice remained

deep.

"Why do you want to swap seats all of a sudden? I am comfortable with this position. It is convenient.”

She looked at him.

Mark narrowed his eyes and shot a glance at her. "It is not so convenient for me."

So they swapped positions. With no one to chat with and tiredness setting in, Summer fell asleep.