The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 211

Summer slowly shook her head. When she saw Mark was soaked in blood, his white shirt red, she

panicked. "Let's go to the hospital first, the nearest - — . H one.

But the paramedic who came with the police could perfectly handle wounds like this. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

So instead of going to the hospital, the two of them got into a police car and went to the police station

to get their statements taken.

Summer was sitting on his right, and the doctor on his left, treating his wound immaculately.

Mark did not make a sound as blue veins popped up o n the back of his hands.

She, of course, noticed it, and was worried and nervous. The doctor comforted her that although the

wound was deep; it was only an open wound. After applying medication, disinfectant, and bandage, he

would be fine.

It was not until now that the gloominess in Mark's eyes faded. He gazed at her.

When they arrived at the police station, Mark just briefly said something to the police officers and they

got the hint.

The four men would end up in jail for a year.

They were extremely dissatisfied with the outcome. But the police would not give a damn because the

person whom they had messed with was Mark Valentine.

"Officer, we were beaten black and blue. Look at the wounds on the four of us. We are no better than

him!"

"It was just a legitimate self-defence." The officer told them categorically.

"He was using excessive force. We were nearly beaten t o death."

"You all carried knives."

In the end, the officer ignored their complaints and asked them to be sent to the jail right away.

Mark's wound had been treated, and statements had been taken. They could leave now. Summer was

following him along.

Getting in the police car, the police officer asked," Where do you want to go, Mr. Valentine?"

He told the officer the location; it was his high-end apartment. Summer frowned, and hurriedly said, "I

want to go back to my apartment."

This undoubtedly angered Mark. His handsome face turned stony, wishing he could strangle her to

death. Forcing his words through his teeth, he said, "Haven't you learned your lesson yet? I dare you to

return to

that goddamn apartment again!”

Summer was stunned for a moment. She then slowly said, "I don't mean to go back to that apartment

unit. Just that I dropped my cell phone there.”

Mark thought for a moment and then glanced at her a few times before he asked the police to drive

back to the apartment.

After picking up her cell phone and the down jacket, Summer got back into the car. The police officer

who was driving was all praise for her, saying that she was smart and quick-witted.

Summer was nonchalant toward those compliments. She just looked worriedly at the man's wound.

She was the one who caused this.

Earlier, when the group of men pushed her to the corner, fear and panic completely consumed her.

At that time, the first person who came to her mind was him. She kept talking to the gangsters to divert

their attention while she reached her hand into the pocket, sending an SOS message entirely by feeling

her fingers over the phone. It turned out that she had made the right bet.

Mark's lips curled upwards, as if he was the one who praised her.

Back in Mark's apartment. The place was spotless. Apparently, the house was regularly cleaned.

"Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

Summer looked at him as she rummaged through the fridge. "Do you want to have soup or ramen?"

Mark said not a word, but looked at her in silence. His dark eyes constantly flickered like dark clouds in

the night sky.