The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 592

He spoke, and she listened. Just as he was staring deeply into her eyes, she, too, did likewise.

They were so close and gazed so deeply at each other, yet they were like the two most distant beings on earth, unable to bridge the gap...

"Actually, nothing between us will change. The oath I swore before my mother cannot be undone. So, let us end it here."

Mark stared at her furiously. He clutched her arms unwittingly, the veins on his hand bobbing with anger. As he overdid it, she frowned due to the pain. "I t hurts..."

Leaning forward, he kissed her right on the lips firmly and passionately.

From between his lips and teeth, he spewed out some words, suppressed in his deep voice, "Let us be hurt, and to hell, we go together!"

With all her might, Summer shoved him away. She panted heavily, and her chest was pounding.

At that moment, Mark was like a relentless and wretched lunatic. She hurt him. So, he also wanted her to be hurt. May they both be hurt. Let no one be free of it.

Going to hell together wasn't a bad idea since she

would be by his side. He held her forehead, "Be hurt, let's feel hurt together, and best if we seek death rather than grieve!"

"You’re crazy!” Summer looked and shouted at him furiously, “There are too many things that separate us, so many more than just two lives, don't you know it? I will never cut ties with my mother just because of you. You understand?"

Mark reached out his hand to wipe off the bloodstain o n his lips, "Do you love her more than me?"

"Yes!" she answered downrightly.

Mark lit a cigarette in front of her. It was as though an unknown entity was tormenting him, his heart was kneaded repeatedly.

Charlie was drinking, so was Billy. Mark remained still. He was reclining, his face very downcast.

Charlie tossed him a beer, "Drink, no matter how much your worries are, drink and forget them all!"

Mark shoved the beer away, "Not in the mood. Not interested as well.”

Immediately, he got up. Without any gesture, he drove off and headed to Summer's residence.

Daisy answered the knock on the door. However, she immediately slammed the door shut the moment she saw him. Mark did not leave. He stood at the door through the entire night.

The next morning, when Daisy opened the door, there he was, with bloodshot eyes, looking fatigued.