The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 27

The phone rang for a long while before a drowsy voice picked it up. "Hello?"

"You have five minutes. Either you come down, or I go up,” he frowned and said with a no-nonsense voice.

He disliked waiting, but today was an exception. He had been waiting for over half an hour, and his patience had run out.

Summer was jolted out of her sleep. She gasped in fright. 'How... how could it be him?'

"Five minutes. If you agree, bring your things and come down quickly. If you disagree, we will go to the hospital. Now, there are still four minutes left."

He reminded her again and hung up before she could say anything.

He raised his eyebrows, wondering if he was really so frightening to her that she had to gasp in horror at hearing his voice?

With one minute left, Summer appeared in front of the black Land Rover. She gritted her teeth and opened the car door.

Her hair was pointing everywhere, and there was a stain on the corner of her mouth.

Her appearance startled Mark, but just for a second.

"Where's the fire? It is not like I will run away." She was grumpy.

She had gotten little sleep last night. And she was woken up before the sky turned bright. You can't blame her for her crankiness.

Another gust of chilly wind carrying salt grain-like snow blew past. She shrank her neck in cold and quickly got into the back seat.

"You seem to be not afraid of me now." Mark narrowed his eyes.

"I have never been afraid of you. I just wanted nothing to do with you," she said matter-of-factly.

She would just have to roll with the punches and let tomorrow worry about itself.

After the car had driven forward for a while, Mark glanced at her mouth. "Are you sure you want to go to the Civil Registry Office like this?"

"What do you mean 'like this'? Only now that you think about my appearance? Don't you think it is too late?" she asked, not noticing the stain on her mouth.

"Since you don't mind, I have no reason to say otherwise," he said in a low voice. Her overreactions did not affect him a bit.

"What do you mean?" It was only now that she suspected something.

He said not a word. With his left hand on the steering wheel, he tapped the overhead vanity mirror with his fingers of his right hand, motioning her to look up.

She rolled her eyes at his strange behavior, and then suspiciously, she straightened up and looked at herself in the vanity mirror.