The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 107

Raine bit her lips and closed her eyes when she recalled the phone call she made yesterday afternoon.

Why did she not control herself at that time?

She should not have made that phone call. At that time, she was out of control and just following her

instinct.

Whenever she was in danger, the first person she thought of was him, and she wanted him to be by her

side forever.

She felt relaxed, contented, at ease, and without the slightest sense of emptiness the moment she

opened her eyes and saw him.

She was happy.

She had not had this feeling for a long time.

She gazed at him, looking at his handsome face, carefully ingraining his face in her mind for a

thousand times.

It had been three years since she last looked at him at such a close distance. He was now steadier and Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

more mature compared to three years ago. Like red wine that had gone through the process of

fermentation, he was mellow and attractive.

Raine shifted her body to get closer to him. Her heart thumping violently as she did that, as if she was a

thief.

Leaning down gently, she planted her red lips on his forehead. The kiss was as light as feathers. She

was afraid of disturbing him, or worse, waking him up.

But all this was witnessed by Summer, who happened to push open the door and come in at that

moment. Summer froze on the spot upon seeing what she saw.

Raine was also stunned. The air seemed to freeze, as silent as death.

The two of them looked at each other from a distance.

Summer was staring at Raine just as Raine was staring at Summer. The distance was just about right

for Summer to see everything clearly.

No one knew what to say. Even if they spoke, they did not know where to begin.

They remained in their posture and looked at each other in silence for a long while.

At this time, Jazz suddenly arrived and broke the silence. He reprimanded Summer. "Didn't I tell you

not to move around? Don’t you care about your feet?"

Summer snapped back but did not hear what Jazz said. "What did you just say?"

Jazz gave her an I-can't-even look and then repeated himself. "Does your foot still hurt?"

"Not at all. Better now. Otherwise, I would not have walked all the way from my room." She put up a

smile.

Jazz was relieved. "Why are you standing here and not going in?"

While speaking, he walked past her and saw Baine and Mark. Baine was awake, and Mark was just

about t o open his eyes.

"I have just arrived." Summer said, not answering Jazz's question directly. Whatever she saw, she first

kept it to herself.

Mark sat up, his eyes still slightly bloodshot, and tiredness remained on his face.

"Your foot is okay now?" He squinted his eyes and looked at Summer and then down at her foot.

"Almost. It was no longer painful when I walked here from the room." Summer nodded.

"Let the doctor check again. It is about time to change the dressing. It is not up to you to decide if you

can walk yet."

His voice is deep, with a huskiness that was unique to a person just waking up. It was sultry yet

demanded submission.

A doctor and a nurse walked in afterward. The doctor examined Baine while the nurse checked

Summer's wound.

Both Baine and Summer were fine, nothing major.