The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 100

Raine could not describe her feelings when Mark left with Summer. It weighed on her heart so much that she felt suffocating, but more of sadness.

Since she decided to let go of Mark completely and during her three years in Athana, she had been on the recollection stage and reminiscing about the time they had been together.

Things had been out of sight and out of mind for quite a while. But now, things were happening in front of her. She did not know how she could stay aloof anymore.

She was confused and emotionally disarrayed-so much so that she did not know what to do.

He was now giving another woman the love and affection that he used to shower on her.

She used to plan where they would go on their honeymoon, and imagine what life would be like after marriage.

But things fell apart. It was not her who became his wife; it was not her who went on the honeymoon; and i t was not she who lived with him after marriage.

Her hands on her sides squeezed the quilt, her mind a muddle.

The words of Ronald and Jazz kept ringing in her mind.

Lying quietly in bed, she let her mind drift and was drowned in her thoughts.

Likewise, Jazz sank back on the settee, not saying a word. He was worried about Summer's injury.

Summer gasped and grimaced in pain in Mark's arm.

He glanced at her and freed up a hand to open the door. "Have you had dinner?”

"Not yet." She shook her head.

After he placed her on the bed, he went into the kitchen. Summer then heard a series of ding-clangs coming from the kitchen.

'What is he doing?' Summer was puzzled and curious.

Her phone was in silent mode, so she did not know there were incoming messages without looking at her phone. The last message was dated ten minutes ago.

She replied to Jazz's messages, asking him to rest early and not to worry about her.

As soon as she put away her phone, Mark emerged from the kitchen with a bowl in his hands.

He first put the bowl on the table, and then came to carry her to the dining table.

She looked at the bowl of oatmeal and then up at him i n surprise.

Mark furrowed his brows. He squinted and gently knocked on the table. "Are you going to eat the oatmeal or me?"

Summer snapped back. She lowered her head and took a spoonful-it tasted light and pretty good. "I didn't know you could cook. What other skills you have? I am really curious to know."