Chapter 115

“Mrs. Valentine, a bowl of noodles, please...” Afterward, Summer’s voice was heard, “You are so wealthy, yet you can’t afford a meal outside?” “Your cooking is still the best for my tastebuds, light and fresh...” “I’m not your personal chef. If you want some, pay up first.” Mark lazed on the sofa and replied, “Haven’t I given you my credit card?” Hearing that, Summer said no word, her movement and expression slightly frozen. She recalled that phone call and his words from that incident. “I can’t use your card. I’ll return it to you in a while; besides, I also have my own income, there is no need to use yours.” She may have made an understatement, but it was truthful and honest. At that moment, Mark frowned. He looked at her gloomily and spewed out a few words, “You keep it…” “Your card has too much credit; I’m afraid that if I ever lose it, I can’t even pay you back with my life, so I would prefer to be at ease.” To be honest, Mark’s money wasn’t something Summer could spend