The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 656

The visibility inside the apartment was very poor due t o the ferocity of the fire. Avoiding the flames, she fumbled her way through the smog.

Although there were places that remained unscorched, her feet were still occasionally scalded by the vivacious flames; it was hot and painful.

It was very tough to navigate through the fire, and the smoke fumed so heavily that it made her dizzy. Every step was laborious. The door of the rightmost room had already burnt down when she arrived. The flames were spreading close to the bed.

But he was still lying unconsciously in bed.

Summer was horrified when she saw what was before her. She could not picture what might have happened t o him if she had arrived later.

She removed the IV and used all her strength to help him toward the door. He was very heavy, and all his weight pressed hard against her.

She covered his and her nostrils with a long towel, each of them sharing one-half of it.

Perhaps it was the chill of the towel or the heat of the fire that made Mark open his eyes slowly, and right before him was an inferno.

"You're awake? The place is on fire; we need to get out quickly. Follow my lead as your body is weak," said Summer.

In fact, Summer had not much energy left. She was simply holding on to her final breath.

Mark was distressed at her gloomy appearance. In a weak voice, he uttered, "If you can't bring me out, please leave me alone. Charlotte is waiting for you..."

"I will surely get you out..." she gritted her teeth and braved through despite her burns and scalding.

"You're so stubborn...'' he said gently and removed his weight on her as he staggered along.

It was impossible to escape through the main door. The only way out was the window.

"Mark!" she steadied herself and hurried over. Tears gushed from her eyes. She rested his head on her knees and tapped on his cheek. She called out softly," Mark, wake up. Don’t scare me!"

No matter how much she tried, he didn't respond. The blood on his forehead kept flowing out, and it hurt her very much.

She gritted her teeth and crouched on the floor; then, she hauled him up with all her might, and her tears poured out uncontrollably like a broken dam.

He was very heavy, and his weight made her gasp for air; her legs were also laden with searing pain. But she had only one desire, 'I will bring him out. I will bring him out. Charlotte is waiting. Whether it’s daddy or mommy, I cannot let Charlotte lose any of them.'

Nobody knew how much effort or willpower she had exhausted, but it was her determination that carried him to the window.

One could only realize their hidden potential in a time of desperation.

Through the window, she could see that the rescue team had laid out the jumping cushion. With her chest throbbing heavily, she hugged his waist and threw themselves out of the window...