The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 104

Her cheeks were flushed, lips dry. She looked sick and was wriggling in bed.

He frowned as he put the back of his hand on her forehead. His eyes narrowed when he felt her burning forehead.

A nurse hurried in and took temperature and examined Raine. The nurse kept her head low the entire time, as she did not dare to look at his expression.

"Why does her body temperature shoot up all of a sudden?" Mark looked at the nurse. "Is this how you look after the patient?”

The rising pitch of his voice made the nurse tremble. She quickly explained, "Your younger brother came to the hospital today, and brought Miss Valentine outside to get some fresh air. She must have caught a cold at that time. Judging by the seriousness of her condition, someone had better stay by her side at night. It could develop into pneumonia." 1

Mark said nothing again. He stood aside and leaned against a chair with his lips pursed as he watched the nurse administering medication.

The nurse left in a whirlwind after finishing her job.

He came to the bedside and sat down on the edge of the bed. Beads of sweat were popping up on Baine's forehead while she gripped his hand tightly and refused to let go.

He tried to move, but she gripped him harder. She was whispering something in her mouth, but he could not make out what she was saying.

He gently wiped the sweat off her forehead. He then looked at the time; it was 7:30 pm.

He thought of the bedridden woman back in the room. So he took out his phone, but it ran out of battery and had switched off.

Kneading his brow, he put his phone back into his coat pocket and glanced down at Baine and sat motionless for a long time. Her condition did not seem to improve.

In the room.

It was 8:00 pm, but Mark had not returned. Summer became worried, wondering if something happened to him.

'Is he still at work, or has something bad happened? Did a house suddenly collapse during the search and rescue operation, or did his car get into an accident?'

She did not want to think that way, but she could not control herself. It was getting late and she could not contact him. How could she not be worried?

So she got out of bed slowly, put on a slipper on one foot, and hopped out of the room.

Her foot hurt, but it was still bearable.

Jazz's room was at the other end of the building. So she could make it there in no time.

She knocked on the door five or six times, only then she got a response. Jazz answered the door with a pair of drowsy eyes.