The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 99

The young nurse shivered and did not dare to look up. So Summer patted her on the shoulder and

played the things down. "It is no big deal. Just a little splash from the flask."

"Is it serious?" Jazz looked concerned.

"Emily treated it and put on a dressing. Nothing serious. It was just a spatter." Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Mark raised his eyebrows and looked at her suspiciously. "Since there is nothing serious, why don't you

walk a few steps?"

If she was to get down and walk now, this foot of hers would go kaput for sure.

He hissed and strode over, then bent to carry Summer i n his arms.

Summer instinctively put her arms around his neck. She gritted her teeth in pain when her foot hurt

from the slightest movement.

"Why are you grimacing? Did you not say it was just a minor splatter of boiling water?" Mark looked at

her.

She glared at him snappishly because he was digging at her despite knowing that the burns were

serious.

He could read her mind. "You seem to have a strong

opinion about me, eh?"

"I didn’t." She forced her words through her teeth, but kept a benign face. "Can we go now, Mr.

Valentine? My foot hurt even more this way.”

Mark stared at her. "This will serve as a good reminder."

He then turned to Jazz. "You stay here. I will send Summer back.”

"Got it.” Jazz took his eyes off Summer. There was a hint of sadness on his face, but his voice

remained steady.

As Mark went, Jazz again gazed at Summer, while Raine looked at Mark from her bed.

They each had something on their minds.

Raine pulled back her eyes and kept her head low when Mark was out if her sight.

Jazz sunk back into the settee and cast a look at Raine. "Do you still love Mark?"

"Jazz-"

"You don't have to tell me. I was just asking." Jazz suddenly interrupted.

He laughed. He did not really want to know the answer. It was between Mark and Raine, and had

nothing to do with him. It would do him no good by knowing. He did not want to be that busybody.

But Raine was hesitating. "What will you do if the girl you love doesn’t belong to you?” "Simple. If she

loves me, I will want to be with her, no matter what. But if she doesn’t love me, I will wait.”

Just like what happened now. The only thing he could do was wait.

He had no clue when Mark would let go of Summer. Neither did he know if the two would divorce.

But he knew that when the opportunity arose, he would seize it at once and never let go.

"Wait? Until when?” Baine asked.

"As long as I can, I will do everything I can, until I can't wait any longer.”

Baine looked at him. "Will you regret it if she marries someone else?"

Jazz did not answer her question directly. He let out a faint smile, and then his face turned serious.

"How many people do you think we can love in our lifetime? If you don’t do your best, I am sure all you

get is regret, pain, and memories in the end.”

Begret, pain, and memories—three words that were the best portrayal of her state of mind right now.

The feelings were obvious, profound, and vivid.