The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 391

Summer pulled back her thoughts and dashed towards the ward. She was now sure that Dean was hiding something from her, as far as his legs were concerned.

The attending doctor had left. Dean was leaning against the headboard, drinking water. He broke into a smile when Summer returned. "I can almost smell the sandwich," he said.

Summer looked at him, and said calmly, "It’s tuna sandwich."

"Thank you. Just leave the things here. I can take care of myself. Go see Charlotte. She must have been frightened when this happened."

"There are nurses over there. You may first take your breakfast." Her expression was calm as she handed him the sandwich.

Dean said nothing more, but took the sandwich and tucked in while Summer was sitting beside him.

He finished the sandwich after a while, but Summer still had no intention of leaving. So Dean urged her." There might be nurses there, but Charlotte could feel scared when she wakes up without you. Besides, I am perfectly fine. Go now."

Summer finally gave a reaction. She furrowed her brows and stared at him. "Are you sure you are perfectly fine?”

How long did he still want to keep er in the dark about his legs’ condition?

Dean had noticed something strange in her reaction. H e could not help but speculate in his mind. Could it be that she had found out about his legs?

His suspicion was proven right when Summer spoke. " When are you going to tell me about your legs?”

"I didn’t mean to keep it from you. I just thought of telling you when things got better,” Dean said helplessly.

When he and Charlotte were in the operating theater, Summer must have been anxious and tormented. He did not want her to feel any more bad about his legs.

Summer took a deep breath, her expression and voice easing. "What did the doctor say?"

Taking the fairy tale book from the nurse, Summer sat down and watched Charlotte with curiosity. "What are you looking for?"

"The kite. I was chasing the Shaun the Sheep kite.

Didn't you bring it here, Mommy?" She blinked her eyes and looked as innocent as ever.

She was only three, and she still did not know many things, including fear, terror, and death. She just thought a car hit her and she got a little headache.

She had forgotten about the pain and now was thinking of her favorite toy.

But her parents would not forget. The scene of the accident would linger in their mind for a long time.