The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 28

She instantly blushed, wishing the ground would swallow her up.

Last night, after having her chicken soup, she was too exhausted and crashed out without cleaning

herself u P-

Also, he threatened her in the early morning. She was afraid of waking her neighbors, so she hurried Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

downstairs, not realizing...

"Turn the car around!" She patted his seat from behind.

"What do you want to do?" He smirked, asking the obvious.

"Going back to wash my face." She was almost whispering.

"You know what, Miss Hart, I don’t mind at all. Just keep it this way." He did not plan to stop the car.

Summer could not describe how embarrassed she was. Yet, she could do nothing about him except

threaten him. "If you don't turn around, I am not going to get out of the car at the Civil Registry Office!"

Mark scanned the surroundings. He then swirled the car around and stopped on the opposite side of

the road.

"Get out," he snapped.

"I want to go home!" She looked at the surroundings and shook her head.

"Do you want to get out on your own, or do you want m e to kick you out?" He threatened her.

"I want to go home!" She insisted.

He had no choice but to get out of the car and go to the convenience store across the street.

Minutes later, he returned with a bottle of mineral water in his hand. He unscrewed the cap and poured

a small amount of water into the palm of his hand.

He then wet his other hand, bent down slightly, and used his calloused fingers to wipe the stain off her

mouth gently.

She did not expect that he would do this. It stunned her for a while. She did not know how to react.

He was just inches from her. His scent of a mature man mixed with the smell of nicotine was drowning

her. She felt she could not breathe.

When his rough fingers wiped across her mouth, she felt a sense of intimacy.

Her cheeks were now as red as an Elmo doll.

Her eyelashes flicked spontaneously as she looked up at him.

He did not look at her but just wiped her mouth by feel, his black eyes seemingly so focused and

gentle.

That part of her heart softened like butter. His action tugged at her heartstrings, as if a rock hit the

surface o f the water.

Just then, Mark got up but left his finger on her lips for a few seconds before removing it. He glanced

down at her delicate face and noticed a red rubbing mark there.

Her skin must be so delicate that it reddened at the touch of his finger. Nevertheless, her skin felt good

to the touch.

"Do you still need me to turn around?" He looked at her.

Her eyes met his. She then looked away awkwardly. "N o need." She had softened her voice now.

He glanced at her red cheeks with a faint smile of delight.

The car continued to move forward. There was a silence in the cabin as neither of them said a word.

Her face flared red, especially the part where he had wiped. Even her ears were red.

When they arrived at the Civil Registry Office, only three couples were waiting. It was probably still

early.

It did not take long before it was their turn. 1

Mark had that impenetrable expression that gave out none of his emotion. The pen in his hand flowed

as he put down his signature.