The President's Accidental Wife

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.

He glanced at her and held out his hand. "Where is your Social Security card?"

She really hated his commanding tone of voice and self-confidence, as if she was the prey in his

hands, and she had no way to escape. With her brows knitted together, she looked at him and tried to

provoke him." What makes you think I will agree?"

"How could you still sleep if you did not agree?" he squinted with his lips curling up slightly. He did not

even have to make guesses as her emotions were written all over her face.

He paused for a second before he continued. "Besides, you are so brazen-faced and show your

temper in front of me."

She could not find a word to respond. His beast-like, sharp gaze frightened her.

With much reluctance and dissatisfaction, she handed her Social Security card to him.

The black Land Rover started, backed out of the parking lot, and drove forward.

Sitting in the back seat, she looked out the window with her hands clenched together. She was a little

nervous and did not know what to do. She wondered i f she was making the right choice.

But since things had come to such a pass, why should she worry anymore?

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?" Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

"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.