The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 31

Charlie spoke up, "We were there with him as well, so we brought him back."

Flabbergasted, Summer just stood there watching them carry Mark into the bedroom, and they came

out after laying him on the bed.

"We'll leave Mr. Valentine in your care now; he's all yours!"

Charlie kicked Billy in the back as soon as the words left his lips. Sighing, he said, "Don't take his

words to heart. We'll be leaving now. Good night."

With that, he brought blabbermouth Billy along with him and left.

Summer then went into the bedroom, and her gaze fell upon the sleeping figure on the bed. C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

To have fallen into his current state, he seemed to have drunk a lot. However, it gave him an extra

touch of nonchalance and an air of gracious informality on top of his gorgeous appearance, making him

look even more attractive and desirable.

Walking over to his side, she bent slightly and took off his leather shoes.

She thought to herself, 'This man always looked so mature and collected. What could have made him

drink till this current state?'

Her gaze shifted to his lips, and it was slightly chapped. She turned and left the room to get a glass of

lukewarm water.

Sitting by the bed, she lightly poked his shoulder." Hey, get up and have some water."

Mark scrunched up his brows, but that was all. She then poked him again, harder this time.

Instantaneously, he woke up, but his eyes were halflidded, and they looked slightly bloodshot.

However, they were still a pair of mesmerizing yet bottomless dark orbs that seemed to stare into her

soul.

She felt uneasy about being peered at so intensely. Shifting her eyes away, she passed the glass of

water t o him. "Here."

When she heard no response, her brows furrowed in confusion, and as she was turning back to look,

his arm pinned her down onto the bed with him.

Crunch.

The glass fell and shattered.

Summer was still in shock. Before she could react, she was pulled into a tight hug, and she felt his lips

crashing onto hers.

Grabbing onto his dress shirt in a weak attempt to stop him, she felt limp.

After some time, was her lips freed.

When she could finally breathe again, her chest heaved as she took deep breaths.

Her cheeks burned with embarrassment.

Struggling against him, she tried to break free from his tight hold, but it was useless; he did not budge

one bit.

"Hey, let go!" She said in a low tone while lightly pounding on his chest.

The only response she has gotten out of it was his soft snores. 'He fell asleep again...’

Looking at the clock, which read 2 a m. and feeling nothing but helpless and frustrated, she

surrendered herself to sleep against his warm and toned chest.

The only source of sound in the quiet bedroom was from their steady breaths and light snores.

Momentarily, Mark shifted slightly and pulled the woman in his arms closer. Burying his head in her

neck, he took in her calming sweet scent, and contently, he mumbled, "Baine..."

His usual deep and hoarse voice and cold tone were replaced-they turned so loving and gentle.

It was a shame that the unknowing woman in his arms was fast asleep.

The next day.

When Summer awoke, his chiseled face was the first thing she saw. Mark was already awake.

Leaning sideways, he looked lean and toned. He plopped an arm up to support his head, and a few

strands of his hair were pressed on his forehead. His eyes still looked slightly bloodshot, and some

stubbles were showing on his chin. His black dress shirt was ruffled from the sleep, and it looked

messy but it added to his charm.

He was seemingly half-awake as he was staring at her quietly with half-lidded eyes.

From his eyes, she could not decipher what were his thoughts at that moment.