The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 600

His long figure sank into the couch as he sat still and stared at her. He pinched and massaged his temples and said, "I'm feeling somewhat tired. Can I stay for the

night?"

Without any hesitation, she bluntly rejected, "No, you cant!"

"I won't take up much place. I can just sleep on the couch, and I won't do anything to you. Don't worry. Plus, I can see what you've spelled out on your face, I don't have any relation to you'. I'm just tired, and I don't want to move."

"No, you can't stay. You should leave," she insisted. She knew her defense would collapse if she let him carry on.

However, she would never forget about her dad. She would never forget how he died nor her mother's resolve. He's so close yet so far for her, and she knew she isn't allowed to reach out to him.

After a moment, Mark got up from the couch. He let out a soft 'hmph' and said defeatedly, "Good night."

They were so close to one another, and she could feel his hot breath on her face when he spoke up. His breath felt unusually hot, and she thought it was strange. She wondered if he had a fever.

When she was deep in her thoughts, he had opened the door and stepped out, leaving her eyes with his tall and lean silhouette.

She tidied up the room after keeping her thoughts away.

Mark was indeed having a fever. His forehead was blazing hot. He had always been healthy, and the times in which he had fallen ill could be counted with his fingers.

His body felt as though on fire, burning himself like a barbeque. His defined brows furrowed, and he pursed his lips into a line as he got in his car. He started the car and left.

His fever was high, and he felt hot driving. His left hand held onto the steering wheel while his right tugged his necktie off.

All of a sudden, a blinding light shone over from the opposite direction. His left hand slipped, and the car skidded right and slammed onto the guardrail.

She thought, 'At least he can still stand,' and she breathed a sigh of relief. Her pounding heart could finally be at ease, and it slowly calmed down. Her numb and cold limbs had regained their warmth again.

Mark's left arm was wounded badly. The doctor was patching it up for him and bandaging it when he heard her voice. His gaze fell upon her as he asked,' Why are you here?"

"Harry called me and said you were in an accident. I-cough.." she choked and coughed. She had rushed to the hospital after getting the call, and she couldn't even finish her sentence as she was out of breath.

He patted her back to ease her breathing. His face darkened when he thought about how Harry had became taken more things upon himself without consulting him.

"Doctor, is he okay?" Summer asked, looking at the doctor.

"The would on Mr. Valentine's left arm is quite severe. He shouldn't move about too much these few days. Plus, he is having a fever as well, and it's quite bad."