The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 239

Summer didn't return to the apartment but wandered aimlessly on the street.

She became tired after a while; furthermore, she wasn't in the mood to walk any further because of the

scald on her hand.

She took a taxi back to the apartment, but Mark hadn’t returned.

Although she wasn’t hungry, she went into the kitchen and had nothing else but milk; because of the

child she was bearing, she had to supplement herself with the right nutrition.

Summer's was lost for a moment as she glanced through the crockery and cutlery.

Exhausted and feeling dreadful, she fell asleep in bed without washing up.

Not long after, she forced open her eyes at the weight she felt on her and the itch caused by the scent

of sweatiness near her neck.

Reaching out, she held his arms and responded in a tired tone, "I feel dreadful."

Summer suddenly screamed in pain and turned pale when he accidentally twisted her wrist.

Mark stopped immediate after hearing her cry. He switched on the bed lights only to find her looking

pale with a swollen left palm. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

He squinted his eyes and got off her and asked in his deep voice, "How did it happen?"

"I scalded my palm accidentally and forgot to treat it." She gritted her teeth as she explained.

"What else can you remember if you can even forget about your hand?" Mark's brows furrowed as he

stared at her, sounding very displeased.

Summer said nothing but leaned on the bedside. Mark got out of bed after looking at her twice. Putting

on his slippers, he brought out the first aid kit.

He fumbled through the first aid kit but found nothing useful. His eyebrows remained strained as he

warned her, "Stay where you are, I'm going down to get some medicine."

Uncertain about what he had in mind, he stared in between his legs; he was only wearing his sports

pants.

He was left with no other option. Mark pursed his lips that they formed a straight line. Donning his

sportswear, he cursed, and left the apartment.

After he left, Summer bent over and reached out for the napkin on the bedside. She was frightened and

uncomfortably drenched in her sticky sweat.

After wiping herself, she laid down and closed her

eyes.

He was tall and strong, mature, and elegant. Donning only his sports pants made him look very

attractive.

Even the female staff at the pharmacy had their eyes fixed on him as if they had been spirited away.

Mark stood in front of the counter for a while, yet no one attended to him. He became impatient and

slammed his hands on the counter that it rattled, and called out, "Cashier please..."

The cashier girl blushed but nodded and quickly attended to him.

She was lying in bed and asleep when he returned. His expression deepened as he approached her.

He took her hand and carefully applied the medicine.

The pain was excruciating. Her brows twitched uncontrollably, and she gritted her teeth...

Mark's handsome face looked exceptionally deep. He shifted his attention onto her swollen palm and

uttered, "Served you right!"