The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 104

Her cheeks were flushed, lips dry. She looked sick and was wriggling in bed.

He frowned as he put the back of his hand on her forehead. His eyes narrowed when he felt her

burning forehead.

A nurse hurried in and took temperature and examined Raine. The nurse kept her head low the entire

time, as she did not dare to look at his expression.

"Why does her body temperature shoot up all of a sudden?" Mark looked at the nurse. "Is this how you

look after the patient?”

The rising pitch of his voice made the nurse tremble. She quickly explained, "Your younger brother

came to the hospital today, and brought Miss Valentine outside to get some fresh air. She must have

caught a cold at that time. Judging by the seriousness of her condition, someone had better stay by her

side at night. It could develop into pneumonia." 1

Mark said nothing again. He stood aside and leaned against a chair with his lips pursed as he watched

the nurse administering medication.

The nurse left in a whirlwind after finishing her job.

He came to the bedside and sat down on the edge of the bed. Beads of sweat were popping up on

Baine's forehead while she gripped his hand tightly and refused to let go.

He tried to move, but she gripped him harder. She was whispering something in her mouth, but he

could not make out what she was saying.

He gently wiped the sweat off her forehead. He then looked at the time; it was 7:30 pm.

He thought of the bedridden woman back in the room. So he took out his phone, but it ran out of

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Kneading his brow, he put his phone back into his coat pocket and glanced down at Baine and sat

motionless for a long time. Her condition did not seem to improve.

In the room.

It was 8:00 pm, but Mark had not returned. Summer became worried, wondering if something

happened to him.

Mark had never failed to come back every afternoon and at 7:00 pm every day for the past few days.

But today, that record had been broken. Not only did Mark not come back at noon, but he had also not

returned even though half an hour had passed.

Anxiously, she dialed his number. A sweet female voice answered, telling her, 'Sorry, the number you

have dialed is not reachable.’

'Mark has switched off the phone? Has something really happened to him?'

She sat on the bed and started to imagine things. She could not stop her negative thinking.

She could not sleep. She sat up, staring at the door, and waited.

Two hours had passed, and it was 10:00 pm. Mark was still nowhere to be seen.

She went from worrying to panicking.

'Is he still at work, or has something bad happened? Did a house suddenly collapse during the search

and rescue operation, or did his car get into an accident?'

She did not want to think that way, but she could not control herself. It was getting late and she could

not contact him. How could she not be worried?

So she got out of bed slowly, put on a slipper on one foot, and hopped out of the room.

Her foot hurt, but it was still bearable.

Jazz's room was at the other end of the building. So she could make it there in no time.

She knocked on the door five or six times, only then she got a response. Jazz answered the door with

a pair of drowsy eyes.