The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 57

As Mark entered the ward, Jazz got up from his seat o n the couch and walked over to him, "Hey, mom called and asked you to head home."

Summer, lying on the bed, flipped over to face them as she heard Jazz speak up.

"Okay," Mark answered nonchalantly. He shifted his eyes to Summer, and his gaze landed on the red patch on her cheek.

"I, too, want to head back," she said as she sat up.

She figured their parents might be in a big shock and overwhelmed with worry after hearing about the commotion on the news.

Retracting his gaze on her, Mark asked Jazz, "What did the doctor say?"

"He told me to take extra care, but I still can walk about!" She rushed to answer before Jazz could.

Getting off the bed carefully, Summer tried to walk as she took small steps forward after Jazz went out of the room to get her discharge procedures done.

Mark’s brows furrowed as he watched her. He walked towards her, and she was carried bridal style in his arms.

As she stared up at him and gazed at his chiseled features, her feeling of surprise had been replaced with butterflies fluttering in her stomach, and she felt her cheeks heating up. Being truthful to her heart, she leaned in his warmth quietly while her lips curled into a soft smile.

His gaze shifted downwards as he glanced at her. He silently hummed to himself as he realized she was enjoying his warmth.

From behind, Jazz watched them, feeling a lump forming in his throat. Shifting his gaze bitterly, he looked away.

As they stepped into the Valentine Mansion, Summer froze when she saw Amara on the couch. She knitted her brows and wondered why Amara was there.

Meanwhile, Mark was fixated on the graceful lady who stood behind the couch. His expression changed, and his eyes had a swirl of emotion as he clenched his fists.

Upon seeing the lady, Jazz froze as well. He was curious as to when she returned to their mansion. Summer did not notice Mark's change in expression a s all of her attention was on Amara.

She was shocked as she thought, 'He called her aunt Rainie, so she's their aunt? How could she be their aunt when she looks so young!' "Just a bit earlier than you guys. Oh, you must be Summer. Right?" her voice sounded melodic as she replied. It was gentle and graceful.

Mark's well-defined face and dark eyes looked emotionless, and his expression gave away nothing at all.

He gazed at Raine as he moved his lips to answer, " Yeah..."

With lips curling up into a soft smile, Rained walked towards them and looked at Summer as she complimented, "My, you're so pretty! Mark sure has got a good eye."

Summer was taken aback and didn't know how to respond. Coughing slightly to ease the awkwardness she felt, she replied, "You look beautiful as well, aunt Raine."

It was strange for Summer to address someone so young as her aunt.

"That's really kind of you to say, Summer. Thank you. I'll be heading back to the kitchen now and check if the food is ready. You guys can sit and chat first."