The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 92

Summer’s cheeks were reddish fair and her skin was delicate-it was almost spotless. Her eyelashes

were s o long that they looked like fans.

Jazz took a couple of deep breaths. He could smell an ever so lightly orange fragrance.

She seemed to be sound asleep, yet felt a little uncomfortable. She spontaneously frowned.

He looked at her for a long time. He then carefully put his hand around her to draw her head to him so

that she now rested on his shoulder. He did it so gently and quietly lest she wake up.

She was leaning on him, but he never felt it heavy. All he knew was that his heart was pounding crazily.

How good it would be if this could go on indefinitely. H e could have what he had been wanting all this

while.

The attending doctor walked out of the emergency room, feeling relieved. "She is out of coma, Mr.

Valentine."

Mark sprung to his feet, but barely kept his eyes open. "How is her condition?"

He had not slept for two days. His voice was hoarse

like a xylophone, yet it was still the acme of sexiness.

"Nothing life-threatening. But since she hurt her leg and head, we must be cautious. The most

important thing is to rest more." 1

"Got it." Mark nodded with his brows knitted together.

The doctor left. Mark pushed open the door and walked into the ward. Baine was awake, but her face

looked pale.

She looked stunned for a second upon seeing Mark.

Mark looked at her with an impassive face. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

She felt her lips dry and her mouth bitter as she spoke. "Why are you here?"

"Why can’t I be here?" Mark asked back.

"Are you okay? The earthquake is just over here. There may be more aftershocks. It is not safe here."

She coughed softly.

"I didn't know that you knew it was not safe," Mark said sarcastically, his eyes bloodshot.

After a slight pause, he stared at her gravely, suddenly wishing to strangle her. "I am here just to see

how tough you are, and whether you have died."

Baine shuddered upon seeing the look in his eyes. It was frightening her.

Her throat was dry. She swallowed, looked up at him, and changed the subject. "I am thirsty."

She did not know what to do. It hurt her to hear him calling her aunt; she wanted him to call her by her

name. But when he did, she was scared-she was afraid that she could not control herself.

Mark gave her a few cold glances before turning around and walked out of the ward.

Baine looked on as he went. "Good to see you the moment I woke up," she suddenly said.

He stopped but did not say anything or look back. After a second or two, he disappeared out of the

ward.

A nurse, who was in her twenties and had a sporting and cheerful personality, came to change her

dressing. "I am so envious of you, Miss Valentine," the nurse said.

Baine squeezed a smile; the pain was making speaking difficult. "Envious about what? Bedridden like

me?”

"Of course not. The man who just went out-he looks like a model.”