The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 211

Summer slowly shook her head. When she saw Mark was soaked in blood, his white shirt red, she panicked. "Let's go to the hospital first, the nearest - — . H one.

But the paramedic who came with the police could perfectly handle wounds like this.

So instead of going to the hospital, the two of them got into a police car and went to the police station to get their statements taken.

Summer was sitting on his right, and the doctor on his left, treating his wound immaculately.

Mark did not make a sound as blue veins popped up o n the back of his hands.

She, of course, noticed it, and was worried and nervous. The doctor comforted her that although the wound was deep; it was only an open wound. After applying medication, disinfectant, and bandage, he would be fine.

It was not until now that the gloominess in Mark's eyes faded. He gazed at her.

When they arrived at the police station, Mark just briefly said something to the police officers and they got the hint.

The four men would end up in jail for a year.

They were extremely dissatisfied with the outcome. But the police would not give a damn because the person whom they had messed with was Mark Valentine.

"Officer, we were beaten black and blue. Look at the wounds on the four of us. We are no better than him!"

"It was just a legitimate self-defence." The officer told them categorically.

"He was using excessive force. We were nearly beaten t o death."

"You all carried knives."

In the end, the officer ignored their complaints and asked them to be sent to the jail right away.

Earlier, when the group of men pushed her to the corner, fear and panic completely consumed her.

At that time, the first person who came to her mind was him. She kept talking to the gangsters to divert their attention while she reached her hand into the pocket, sending an SOS message entirely by feeling her fingers over the phone. It turned out that she had made the right bet.

Mark's lips curled upwards, as if he was the one who praised her.

Back in Mark's apartment. The place was spotless. Apparently, the house was regularly cleaned.

"Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

Summer looked at him as she rummaged through the fridge. "Do you want to have soup or ramen?"

Mark said not a word, but looked at her in silence. His dark eyes constantly flickered like dark clouds in the night sky.