The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 95

"Where are you going?” He asked, looking at her with his brows slightly furrowed.

"Go to Jazz's room. The suitcase is still with him. You sleep first. I will be back in a while."

As soon as her voice trailed off and before Mark could say anything, she walked out of the room with

the glass in her hand.

He looked on as she went, his eyes narrowing.

Jazz was leaning against the headboard. He was not sleepy. Her faint scent of orange still lingered in

his nostrils. It smelled fresh and so good.

Her face appeared in his mind. The warm breath coming out through her red lips blew onto his neck

and gave him an itchy feeling.

Jazz was twenty and sexually mature.

He knocked himself in the head with his hand when h e suddenly became self-aware-he should not

have fantasized about his brother’s wife.

Just as he felt upset of himself, the door swung open and Summer came in.

Jazz looked back in shock and nearly fell out of bed. H e was too afraid to look her in the eyes.

"Haven't you slept yet, Jazz?" She did not notice his strange reaction. "I saw the door was open and so

I just walked in. Am I disturbing you?"

"N-n-no, not at all." Jazz stammered. Summer might not have seen what he did, he thought to himself.

"I am here to get the suitcase.” She pointed at the suitcase in the corner. "By the way, do you know

how old Baine is?"

She had been curious about this for a long time.

"Thirty-one; one year older than Mark. Ant was adopted."

Summer’s heart skipped a beat with her brows knitted together. She did not know that before this.

"Baine was adopted?"

"Yeah." Jazz did not want to hide that from Summer. I t was better to let her know about the truth.

Summer nodded and asked no further. "It is getting late. Have a good night."

He looked on as she went. He then suddenly asked reached the doorway. "Are you in love with him?"

Summer stopped in her tracks.

"At the beginning, you married Mark because of you were pregnant. But what about now?"

She turned around with a smile and then said snappishly, "Don't be a busybody. Go to sleep. Good

night."

She left and closed the door behind her.

When she returned to the room, Mark had not slept yet. He was leaning against the headboard with the

quilt covering his lower body.

"Is Jazz asleep?" Mark asked.

"Not yet, I will unpack the things first.”

She squatted on the floor and opened the suitcase. There were few things inside; just some winter

clothes.

Mark looked at her; her back was facing him. He was alert the entire time when she was away. He

listened t o the rustling sound with his eyes half-closed as he took some shut-eye.

After finishing unpacking, Summer turned around and was surprised to find that he had fallen asleep.

Seeing his clothes on the edge of the bed, she walked over with light steps and took the clothes into © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

the bathroom while keeping the noise to the minimum.