The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 667

She must have been tired and lonely after keeping this up for more than a month.

The next morning

After having Charlotte greet him good morning, she wiped her face and left the ward with her.

The man woke up from his bed not long after she left. He even had his suit ready - a black blazer, a navy blue blouse, and a white tie with blue stripes.

Mark dialed a number while sipping on a cup of warm water. "Is everything ready?”

It was Jazz on the other end, who was smiling with his eyes as he said cheekily, "Mark, how have I never known that you were such a romantic guy? You're giving me goosebumps. Tsk tsk, would Summer pass out when she finds out about the surprise you've prepared for her?"

"Busybody." Mark immediately hung up the phone after spitting these words as a grin grew on his face.

The roads were busy and Summer was running late. She parked her car in a rush and ran towards the school after carrying her bag.

She ran swiftly like the wind despite wearing a pair of three-centimeter high heels. She was running and checking on the time simultaneously.

Suddenly, a student stood in her way with a sweet smile on his face before handing her a stalk of rose. "M s. Hart.”

She lifted her head curiously as she did recognize the student standing in front of her. He was not a student from her class either. "Are you sure this is for me?”

"I could not be any more sure than this!" The student gave her the blooming red rose and walked away.

'But, wasn’t he still in a coma? Could it be that he already woke up?'

She was making assumptions as she continued walking forward. She was even more surprised when she made her way to the corridor leading to the office.

The corridor was very long and the office was located at the end of it. Boys and girls were lined up next to each other starting from the entrance, and they all had a rose in their hands. They were all standing in an organized manner with a smile on their faces.

Her hands would have an extra stalk of rose with every step she took. One more step, one more rose...

When the last stalk of rose was given to her, a deep and charming voice rang on top of her head. "Do you like it?"

The voice could not be more familiar. She would still recognize it even if she was dead. She was stunned and froze still like a statue. The moment she raised her head, there were tears welling in her eyes. The roses that she was holding in her arms fell onto the floor.