The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 415

As she caught sight of it, Summer pressed her arms o n her chest and observed his behavior. It felt a little awkward. He gulped and gracefully adjusted his black shirt with his left hand. Then, he turned toward Charlotte without changing his calm expression on his handsome face. "Ahh..."

Summer twitched her brows at sight. As she turned around, she couldn't help but curl her lips. She then quickly relaxed them.

When she emerged from the kitchen again, she held a plate of freshly baked meat buns and, without hesitation, served it before him, and the plate rattled.

'Was it for him?'

Mark raised his eyebrows. She had not been hospitable toward him recently. It was the first time she acted in this manner, and he was quite surprised.

"Thanks, ex-wife...” he responded. His voice was a little hoarse as he stared at her gently.

To call her 'Ms. Hart' would sound very rigid, and if he had called her 'Mrs. Valentine’, she would definitely chase him out of the house. 1

Staring coldly at him, Summer replied, "No thanks. You may leave after dinner because we need to rest."

Raising a brow, Mark pretended he did not hear it. Instead, he proceeded to savor the meat buns slowly.

Charlotte had never been good in Mathematics, in fact, she was awful at it. Summer tutored her attentively and carefully, guiding her gently and softly.

He observed Summer under the warm light. Her side view looked stunning, and it radiated her attentive spirit. He was fascinated and moved.

After half an hour of tutoring, Summer stretched her limbs and looked at him. "We're tired, so we won't see you off."

Although Summer kept kicking him, he did not budge. Charlotte tugged at her sleeve, "Mommy, don’t disturb uncle, he is tired. I want a bath and I want mommy to bathe me. There is mud on my shoes, it's sticky and uncomfortable."

Unable to suppress her annoyance, Summer kicked him again angrily and then led Charlotte to her room.

The sofa was small and narrow, and the night would b e freezing cold. She wanted to see how long a dignified and proud Mark could last.

After their footsteps faded, Mark opened his eyes narrowly to watch mother and daughter enter the room. Then, the room door was shut with a heavy slam.

He adjusted his body into a more comfortable position and closed his eyes again.