The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 105

Jazz was completely awake upon seeing Summer. He quickly brushed down his wrinkled clothes.

But when he knew it, looked down at her feet.

Summer was holding the doorjamb with both hands and standing on one foot with the injured one

resting o n the uninjured one to hold herself steady.

His expression changed, and he quickly carried her up in his arms. "What are you doing here with your

injured foot?”

"Jazz, your brother has not returned until now. I couldn't get through his phone. Do you know what

happened to him?" She sounded worried.

Jazz was startled for a second, and then said with a playful smile. "You are overthinking. Mark will be

fine."

"But this place is no Santabaca. The earthquake has just been over, and chaos is still everywhere. The

most important thing is I can't get through his phone." Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

"Maybe we should wait and see first.”

Jazz carried her back to her room. She sat on the bed while Jazz on the edge of the bed. They waited.

Another two hours had passed. Summer had lost her

patience. She was anxious and worried. Her eyes kept darting between her phone and the door.

Her emotions were written all over her face. Jazz saw that. He sighed and got to his feet. "Don't go

anywhere, but wait here. I will go find Mark and call you when I have found him."

"Be careful." She nodded vigorously.

Jazz mimed an 'OK' with his hand and left.

The air temperature in the morning of December plummeted to minus 44-to 46-degree Fahrenheit.

There was no one on the streets at this freezing temperature.

The icy wind hit Jazz's face and numbed his skin. He struggled to move his facial muscles as if they

had all been frozen.

He first went to the place where the relief supplies distribution center of Valentine Group was. The light

was still on. Two people on duty were dozing off when he walked in.

"Where is Mark?" He struggled to open his mouth and was tongue-tied.

"He already left at noon."

"Noon?” Jazz raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah, he left right after receiving a call."

"Do you know who called him?" "We don't know." No way they would dare to pry into their company

president's privacy.

Right now, Jazz could only think of one place: the hospital.

Walking in the freezing cold again, he pulled his jacket tighter to his body and quickened his pace.

The moment he arrived at the hospital and opened the ward door, what he saw made his hackles rise.

Raine was lying on the hospital bed, and Mark was leaning against the headboard beside her, hand in

hand.

Jazz strode over to Mark, his chest heaving with fury.

Mark sensed a shadow falling over him and looked u p. "Did you bring her outside today?" Mark asked.

"Yeah, why?” Jazz was fit to be tied, his voice showing that. While Summer was worried about Mark,

Mark was here with Raine. Not only that, he did not even bother to make a phone call.

This was the first time Jazz was disrespectful to his elder brother.

"Looks like you have a strong opinion with me." Mark frowned. He paused for a second before he

continued." She has caught a cold and fever of nearly one hundred and four degrees.”

Jazz glanced at Raine and only then he noticed her abnormally flushed cheeks.