The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 621

It was a feminine song, but Mark could sing it with a unique taste of intoxication; it was mellow, charming, magnetic, and moving.

Summer listened seriously and attentively, not missing a single sentence. In fact, she wanted to hear his voice and ingrain it in her heart.

The surroundings were quiet, and all that echoed in her ears was the sound of the wind, as well as his deep, melodious voice.

A long time had passed, and she was still reluctant to hang up. He suddenly said, "Come down. I am in front of the hospital."

Tears burst out of her eyes at that moment. She was afraid of making any sound, so she clenched her teeth, choking back her cry. "I am busy; I don’t think I can go down."

"I am waiting for you. I drove all the way here, shouldn't you let me see you for a second?" Mark's voice was deep, yet carried a hint of gentleness.

"I am really busy. I can't make it. I am just making some time to call you. Tomorrow, we will meet in the cafe across the street. I will wait for you." "Come down." His voice deepened, anxious, as if he

would kill her.

"Go home now. It is getting late, and I don’t want you t o leave Charlotte alone at home." She shook her head, her teeth almost sinking into the flesh of her lip. She wanted to see him so badly. 1

But she did not dare to go downstairs, and she did not dare to see him, afraid that he might see her tearful eyes, and that she would get greedy and cling to him.

"I repeat; come down." His patience was gradually running out.

"No, you go home now. Charlotte will cry if she wakes up and can't see you. Go now and be safe. I am hanging up now."

And downstairs, Mark had a cigarette in his left hand and a mobile phone in his right, repeatedly calling the same number that no one answered.

She did not sleep all night, and so did he. Mark sat inside the car and smoked cigarettes all night.

Early in the morning, Summer went downstairs to buy breakfast for Daisy. This time, Daisy did not refuse or make a fuss. She let Summer feed her.

The gauze on her arm needed a change, and so Summer called in the doctor. While the gauze was being changed, Daisy asked her to settle the problem that needed to be settled.

Settling the problem that needed to be settled? What else could Daisy mean? Summer was filled with unspeakable bitterness and pain, but she could only nod her head.