The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 102

Sometimes, Mark would leave a few books on the bed, and she would read those books to kill time when she was bored.

Life here was a mundane routine, yet felt special and real.

In the hospital ward.

Before the crack of dawn, Baine had already woken up.

There was a trace of blush on her otherwise pale cheeks. She looked much better than before.

She glanced out of the window, and then turned her eyes to the door, as if she was expecting someone.

Her eyes lit up in expectation when she heard footsteps and the door of the ward was pushed open from the outside.

A nurse walked in and greeted her with a smile. "Good morning, Miss Valentine. You rose so early today.”

Baine was disappointed, her expression a little stiff. But it was just for a few seconds before she let out a faint smile, as usual. "I woke up naturally because I couldn't sleep any longer. How is the weather today?” "It is still too early to tell. If the weather forecast is

anything to go by, it should be sunny today. You may get out of bed and go for a walk outside when the sun comes out. It is always good to move around occasionally."

"All right," she said absent-mindedly.

No one knew what she was thinking.

The nurse replaced the dropper bottle and adjusted the speed. "You only need one bottle today. So it will all be over soon."

"Thank you." Raine pulled back her drifting gaze and nodded at the nurse.

She glanced at the dropper bottle once; the drops dripped slowly. She felt drowsy, but still tossed and turned the entire time.

So, she thought she might as well get up. Propping herself up and leaning against the headboard, she gazed out of the window.

It was nine in the morning when Jazz came. He brought a bowl of oatmeal that he bought from the hospital cafeteria.

She finished the oatmeal, and then looked at Jazz, who was slouching in the chair and swiping his finger on the phone. "How is Summer now?"

Jazz was still playing with his phone. "She needs time to recover. She still can't walk." "Then how is she getting her meals?"

"Mark is taking care of her. Also, there is Omar." "So what is Mark doing these few days?" She tried to sound him out.

"As you know, Valentine Group has donated a great deal of emergency supplies. Mark is overseeing the operation."

Jazz glanced at the dropper bottle and then steered the conversation away. "The dropper bottle is empty. Let me push you out to get some fresh air. The weather is wonderful today.”

He was still evasive by changing the topic. But Raine did not give up. "What does the girl look like? Have I met her before? When will you introduce her to me? You know I have a keen eye, don't you?"

"Oh, come one. It is none of your business. I will take care of it myself. Your job is to recover as soon as possible."

Jazz now pushed back her question, less evasive. The more Jazz evaded Raine’s questions, the more curious she became.

He bent over and carried Raine up in his arm, then placed her in the wheelchair and pushed her out of the ward.

The hospital suffered minor damage despite the earthquake. There was an artificial lake, surrounded b y grassy landscape and trees in the middle of the hospital.

She had stayed indoors for several days. It was refreshing, and all boredom vanished the moment she got out in the open.

As they went round the artificial lake, Jazz saw the back of someone he knew up ahead. He looked carefully and made out who the person was. It was Mark's assistant. "Omar?" Jazz called out.

Omar stopped and came up to them. "Hi, Jazz."

"Where are you going in such a hurry?" Jazz glanced a t the documents in Omar’s hands.