The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 492

She was still the culprit, after all.

"If you can't keep him, so be it. Why are you staring at me like that?” Yvette gave her a few glances, but still did not know what that stare of Raine's meant. "It is not too late to win Mark back. You should think of a way quickly."

"I am tired. I will be going upstairs first to rest for a while." She got up, pulled her gaze back, and went upstairs.

Yvette called Ronald, wanting to know where he had gone, and if he would come back for dinner in the evening. But he did not pick up his phone.

On the other hand

Ronald asked the driver to drive at the fastest speed possible and they shot through every traffic light. The usual journey from the Valentine mansion to the hospital took an hour and a half, but it only took one hour this time.

The attending doctor, who had been waiting for him, came up at once when Ronald arrived. "Mr. Valentine."

"How is she?" Ronald was worried, but it did not show on his face, as he did not want anyone to find out

anything about him.

"She has been sent to the operating room and is waiting for the test results.”

"Who brought her here?" Ronald asked again.

"It was a friend who sent her in last night," the doctor said. "Please wait for a moment as she will be out in a moment."

After the doctor left, Ronald sat in the attending doctor's office and waited. Half an hour later, the doors of the operating room opened, and the doctor came out first and walked directly into the office. "Mr. Valentine."

Ronald went into the ward. The woman had been pushed out of the operating room, and she was sleeping.

She was beautiful, with curving eyebrows that looked like willow leaves, a small nose, vermilion lips, and an oval face. Like a beauty straight out of an ancient painting, she had that amorous vibe around her.

Sitting by the side, Ronald held her hand, sighing repeatedly in his mind.

His sighing had probably disturbed the woman, for her eyelashes started flickering, and she opened her eyes. Those beautiful eyes were enchanting yet casual, lustrous and expressive, as if they could talk. "How come you are here?"

"Samantha, you are sick."

"I know. I woke up once this morning, and I didn't ask any friend to call you. After all, this is Santabaca. It might affect your reputation.” The woman ran her slender fingers through her dense, seaweed-like hair. Every move of hers was full of an amorous vibe.