The President's Accidental Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 611 - チャプター 620

It was not until noon that Summer woke up at leisure. In fact, she woke up hungry. She raised her hands and casually tied up her hair with ribbons, and felt an indescribable sense of casualness. She had not eaten spaghetti for a long time and was now craving it. Mark and Charlotte had no objection, and so the three of them went to a nearby Italian restaurant. The weather had gotten colder than before. Charlotte did not have any coats, so they went to a mall and bought bags of clothes. Charlotte picked a small pink coat, Summer a tassel jacket, and Mark a black trench coat. After checking the date, Summer did not plan to accompany Mark back to his office. Instead, she wanted to go to the cemetery because she missed her dad. “I will go with you.” Mark wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Nodding, she went to the florist and bought a bouquet. It was still sunny in the morning, but now it was overcast with clouds, and it seemed that it would not be long before it rained. 

“I want to be by your side at this moment as I don’t want you to face it and bear it alone, do you understand?” Summer nodded. “But she will get emotional whenever she sees you. You must not appear in front of her.” “Yes, I can’t appear in front of her, but I can in front of you. Open the window if you want to see me.” Her brows were knitted together tightly as she walked over, opened the window, and poked her head out. There she saw the silhouette of a tall guy. He was wearing the windbreaker he just bought earlier today, leaning against the car, holding a mobile phone with his left hand to his ear and an umbrella in his right. The raindrops falling from the night sky made a constant pitter patter on his umbrella. He was looking up at her, squinting his eyes, as if he was gazing into her soul. “Are you seeing me?” “Mm.” She could hear the thumping of her heart. “Can you bear with her?” he asked, his long fingers clenching the phone harder without him consciously knowing.

“The way you said it sounded as if I owed it to her. Leave. I don't want to see you! I will think of your sick parents whenever I see you. I thought they were well-bred; obviously I was wrong.” “You have always been kind, and you have liked me too, haven’t you?” “I like you?” Daisy sneered, her breathing becoming rapid again, and her body started to shake. “I like anyone but the son of my husband’s murderers. You’re foolish!” “Is it I or you who is foolish?” Mark asked. He left the ward, and Daisy’s vision went dark and she fainted again. Summer had bought pumpkin soup and hot chocolate. Upon hearing from the doctor that Daisy had been rushed into the emergency room, she panicked and frowned. “She was still fine when I left. What happened after that?” “She got emotional again.” She sat down on a bench and waited. An hour later, Daisy was out of the emergency room, but was on an oxygen mask. She slept for another two hours before regaining consciousness. “Didn’t I tell you

Cold sweat was trickling down Harry’s forehead. He wondered what had caused Mark to blow his gasket.  Life is hard for an employee. All documents—with and without errors—had been returned to him, and he had to redo them all. It would be a bad day for the managers of various departments. Harry sighed as he carried the stack of files out of Mark’s office like an office boy. But before he closed the door behind him, he noticed Mark was keeping his eyes on the phone beside him all the time. Was he waiting for Summer to say sorry first? Whoops, this was an arrogant company’s president.   The doctor handed Summer a business card of the best psychologist in Santabaca. The treatment would not come cheap, but that was not a problem. As long as Daisy could return to normal and no longer had to suffer, Summer was willing to spend the money. She called the psychologist right away and was lucky to get an appointment with him in the same afternoon. She was overjoyed. She wasted no time to

“No! What psychologist? I have a mental problem? I am all good and in good spirits. You can be with the murderer who killed your dad all you want, and I won’t see any psychologist and listen to your crap. Never show up in front of me again!” “Mom, don’t be so stubborn. Let’s see the psychologist; he can help.” “Stop evading the issue at hand. Just give me a definite answer now: leave with him, or stay with me.” Summer shook her head; either way was a painful choice. She loved both of them and did not want to lose either. “Mom, don’t force me to choose.” “I am not forcing you. If you choose me, then we will be the same as before. If you choose him, you stay away from me. If you come to me again, I will slash myself with a knife.” Daisy was adamant, leaving no room for negotiation. She was torn between the two of them, feeling as if her head was about to explode. It hurt her to think of him, of him lowering himself. She promised him she would be brave for him and would try