The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 110

"He oversees the operation in Grudin North. He can't leave since such a tragic disaster has happened

here."

Summer continued to ask, "What about Aunt?”

The pen nib in his hand paused. "It is up to her. No one can force it on her."

It was as good as saying nothing. Summer turned around and went about packing her luggage.

They had been staying in Grudin North for over a week now. But it felt like they had just arrived

yesterday.

Perhaps time flew when she was happy.

Had she not seen what happened this morning, she could have been even happier, she thought. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

There were few things to pack, and almost all the luggage was hers. So she thought she might as well

shove everything into the suitcase.

After that, she went to bed. Mark was still working. She glanced at him a few times before slipping

under the cold quilt.

The backlog of work over the past few days piled up like a small mountain.

Now and then, he would change into a different sitting

posture, wrinkling his brow slightly with his lips pursed, and occasionally tapping his fingers on the

table, making a series of crisp sounds.

Something came to mind. He stopped the tapping and glanced over at Summer, who seemed to have

fallen asleep.

As the lullaby-like tapping sound stopped, Summer came out of her trance.

She looked over at him with her half-closed eyes. He stopped what he was doing and glanced at her,

as if h e was afraid of waking her up.

The corners of her mouth turned up in a smile. She closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep.

In the hospital ward.

The hour hand was pointing at ten. Raine let out a sigh. After thinking about everything and nothing,

she was ready to sleep.

It was at this time that she heard footsteps. Ronald pushed open the door and came in. "Not asleep

yet?"

"About to. I am thirsty, Ronald. Could you please pour me a glass of water?"

She had not drunk much water during the day. Only when she was about to sleep did she feel thirsty.

Ronald poured her a glass of water, came to the bedside, and handed it to her.

As Raine took the glass with her right hand, a whiff of perfume fragrance drifted into her nostrils. It

smelled of a fruity aroma, very light, but enchanting.

If she was not mistaken, this fragrance came from Ronald.

She grabbed Ronald by his suit and pulled him closer, then sniffed him up and down. She then spotted

something on his white collar-a rose red lipstick mark.

"What are you doing? Why are you sniffing at me like a puppy?” Ronald had that I-can't-even look on

his face.

Raine's expression changed. She had a serious look on her face. "Tell me, are you having another

woman outside?”

There was a subtle change on Ronald's face. He denied and said that it was nonsense.

"Don’t bluff, Ronald. Do you think you can hide the women's perfume fragrance on your body and the

lipstick marks on the collar of your shirt? You can't bluff a woman's instincts."

She pointed at his white collar, where the rock-solid, undeniable evidence was.