The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 394

Summer ignored him and wanted to leave, but Mark's sturdy body forced her to back up against the door.

He stared her in the eyes, his fiery breath spraying on her face as he clutched her jaw with his shapely hand. "No, we have to talk now. Or else, I am afraid I will regret it later." He spelled out his words in a deep voice.

"Mark, I have promised to talk, but you can't go overboard." She tried to smack away his hand that was clutching her jaw. She was finally angered.

"Now keep quiet and listen to me." His hands now moved to hold her shoulders with just the right amount of force. "Perhaps, what I am going to say will be what you have always wanted."

He knew what she wanted? But he would not say this for no reason, would he? She suppressed her anger, took a deep breath, and looked at him. "All right. I am all ears."

Mark looked at her, his gaze sinking into her eyes when he spoke in a deep and magnetic voice, knocking every word into her heart. "I will not fight for Charlotte's custody. She will always be yours."

His words startled her, and she froze in place like a

boulder.

She seemed to have heard a loud bang in her head, and then her mind went blank as his words came as a bolt from the blue.

She was in a daze, remaining in her posture for a long time.

He had seen her calm and cold face, and her angry, furry lion look. But he had never seen this expression of hers.

Using his warm fingertips, he drew her hair to the back of her ear. His brows were raised and his lips twitched. "Are you still here?”

Perhaps it came when he arrived outside the emergency room and saw her fragile body sitting alone on the bench, trembling like fallen leaves in the fall, so scared and helpless, yet she still gritted her teeth.

Perhaps it came when Charlotte regained her consciousness and tears that rolled down her cheeks had pained him dearly.

And more likely it came when he saw Summer smack Charlotte in her palm with both their palms reddening and hurt, and later, Summer so gently wiped the tears from Charlotte's face.

"You don't have to suspect my decision. Or are you going to tell me you will not accept this proposal?" he said in a deep, hoarse, magnetic voice to remind her. "I f you continue to suspect me, I might regret it in the next second."

Before Summer could say anything, his shapely hand had taken her cell phone from her and turned on the recorder.