Confused, Summer questioned, “Where are you sleeping, Mr. Valentine?”Raising a brow, Mark responded casually, “Where would you be sleeping?”“My room of course,” she answered.“Hmm, where do you think I should be sleeping then?” he questioned.Summer’s heart raced. She gulped. ‘My imagination isn’t going to come true, right?’“You’re not going to sleep in my bedroom, are you?”Mark maintained his cool expression. He looked at her intriguingly and smiled, “Kudos, Mrs. Valentine, very wise indeed…”Upon hearing, she pinched her finger and tried to talk him out of it, “My room is very small, it’ll be very uncomfortable for you.”“I don’t mind it, why should you, hmm?”“…” Although he didn’t mind, it didn’t mean the same for her!“Besides, I would love to explore a woman’s room. Any objections? Or… should I get permission from the hosts?”‘It’s obvious that they will agree to his request, what are the chances of them rejecting it?’“Do as you see fit,” she answered grumpily.
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