The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 103

"A batch of medical supplies have just arrived. I am checking it before it goes into storage.” Sweat was

trickling down Omar's forehead.

"Since you are here, who will deliver lunch to Summer?"

Omar took a breath. "I have been busy running around these few days. So I am not returning to the

place. Mr. Valentine is taking care of her."

"Cool. I will leave you to it." Jazz waved him away. At first, he thought of delivering lunch to Summer.

Now i t seemed that would not be necessary, as Mark was taking care of it.

There was a subtle change of expression on Raine's face.

The sun might have come out, but the weather improved little. The wind was still blowing, and it was Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

chilly.

Just half an hour outside, Raine complained of the cold. She wanted to cut short of the walk, as she felt

tired.

After Jazz pushed her back to the room, he received a call and left in a hurry.

Raine was left alone, staring blankly with her brows

furrowed. She put her hand to her chest, feeling a pang of heartache.

Ever since Summer injured her foot, Mark had not visited her in the hospital.

At first, she was okay with it. But her confidence was shaken in the past few days. She was wrestling

with her thoughts, hesitant, and at a loss.

She thought if Mark did not come, she could slowly forget all the touching moments between them, as if

nothing had ever happened.

But when he stopped coming, exactly like what she had thought, she was depressed, lonely, and

wished h e could come again.

These contradictory and complicated emotions upset and even agonized her.

So when Jazz came to visit today, she tried to get to know Mark's whereabouts form him.

When she heard Mark was busy, she thought that must be the reason he did not come. So she was

cool with that.

But after bumping into Omar and hearing what he said, she found herself so stupid.

He did not have time to visit her, but he had time to return to the company branch every afternoon.

The difference between what she thought and what really happened pained her. Did Mark fall in love

with Summer, or simply take care of her?

She could not shake the thoughts from her head. They continued to ravage her mentally.

She thought of what Ronald said: 'make the same mistake over and over again until one reaches the

point of no return.'

She would only push Mark farther and farther away from her.

But what could she do?

The thoughts were driving her crazy. Her head felt heavy and dizzy.

She put the back of her hand to her forehead. It was burning hot. She had a fever.

It must be because of the chilly wind. And she had a blocked nose.

She felt a fire burning inside her and her strength leaving her. She pursed her lips; it was dry-same as

her throat. She spontaneously picked up her cell phone and made a call.

"I feel terrible.... Really terrible...” she muttered into the phone.

She then hung up and put the phone aside, then lay there without alerting the nurses.

A while later, Mark rushed into the ward and looked at her with a grave expression on his handsome

face.