The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 457

The wedding day was around the corner, so Daisy took Summer to the plaza every day to buy the things she wanted. Just a sheet set alone, she had bought many o fit.

Summer could not help it, and she even had a headache. Daisy would not stop; she just would not listen.

It had been two days since Mark appeared at the bridal shop in Nokocola Bay the other day, and he had never shown up again. 1

If it was not for the torn wedding dress hanging in the room, Summer would think that Mark appearing in the bridal shop that day was just her imagination.

During this period, he had become calm and quiet like never before. He stopped calling and no longer showed himself in front of her. It was as though he had completely disappeared into thin air.

'He will barge into my life as he pleases and mess up my life. When he disappears, he leaves no traces. He really thinks he can do whatever he wants.'

However, didn't she always want to live a peaceful life? Now that things had finally calmed down, why would she trouble herself with the thought of him?

Her lips curled into a sneer as she stood there in a trance while Daisy was there still shouting, "Summer, Summer, what do you think of this curtain?"

Summer answered and walked towards Daisy.

At Norwood.

The door of the intensive care unit opened. The nurse walked in and cautiously approached Mark. "Mr.

Valentine."

With his teeth gritted, the words he uttered were stiffer than his body. He could hardly speak clearly as i f his neck were being strangled.

He had always thought what his wife said was absurd. It turned out that some people did show signs before passing away...

Mark listened quietly and said no word. Since the nurse broke the news to him, he had been very calm. H e had been so quiet that people could barely feel his presence.

Yvette was already crying while Raine was by her side, and Jazz had not said much.

When he got up, Mark left the ward and stood in the quiet and long corridor. He smoked cigarettes one after another. After some time, the smell of smoke filled the air in that area. Yet, he did not stop smoking.

Moreover, Mark's hand, which was holding a cigarette, trembled uncontrollably and involuntarily.