The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 654

'I need to escape. Whether she lives or dies, does it really matter?'

Summer stared at her coldly and returned to the room. Yvette was filled with fear and terror. As the fire encircled her, the flames on her dress were ready to engulf her.

In the bedroom, Summer undid the bedsheet and quickly fastened it to the window. As the apartment was on the second floor, there was still a way out!

Because the bedsheet was too short, she fumbled through the closet for another two. After connecting them together in tight knots, she flung them out of the window.

"Ahhh! I'm going to die! I'm really going to die! Mark, Jazz, Mommy is so afraid!" Yvette screamed in horror as though she had lost her mind.

Summer was palpitating; sweat broke out on her forehead and flowed downward like a stream.

Yvette's voice echoed as if inside Summer's head. She tried not to take notice of it, but it kept creeping into her auditory canals.

"Mark, Jazz, Mommy is very scared...” she sobbed while begging for her life.

Yvette’s cries and screams were very tormenting.

Summer came out from the room and found her rolling on the floor, crying in distress. The fire was just an inch away from her, just a little closer, and she would be burnt to whiskers.

Summer had never seen anyone struggling before death, and Yvette was the first. She was desperate, agonizing, and tussling with death.

Her arms trembled while she gritted her teeth. 'I want t o save her, but that's Yvette!’

'If it wasn't her, I would have rushed forward immediately. But...'

Summer did not spare Yvette a glance. With no hesitation, Summer bent down and grabbed her arm. She dragged Yvette across the floor and into the room. Pointing toward the bedsheets tied onto the window, she said coldly, "Hang onto it, and slide down!"

Yvette’s back was excruciating. She looked at Summer bafflingly and shook her head.

"Do you want to die? If you are dead, my life would be i n bliss. Are you sure you want me to live happily ever after?" Summer uttered indifferently.

Yvette didn't budge. Her back and feet hurt. At that very moment, although the words that Summer uttered were disdainful, she did not feel at all disgusted.

"Are you getting out or not?" Losing her patience, she tugged at Yvette’s shoulders regardless of her pain and hauled her toward the window. When she was

certain Yvette had a tight grip on the bedsheets, Summer kicked her hard on the legs, so hard so that they turned feeble, and she slid down.