The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 1532

"If no one prepares the ingredients, the restaurant can't open. You're too weak. I can't let you work in the restaurant. As for other people, I don't think you will trust them," Charlie said.

Mckenzie sighed softly, thinking for a moment. Her eyes suddenly lit up. "Charlie, you can do it!"

Charlie thought she was joking. "The company is very busy now. How can I work at the restaurant?"

"As I told you before, your grandfather left us the restaurant. He told me that it would help you get through the hard times.

"Charlie, Mom is serious. I've run the

restaurant for decades. It’s like a part of my body. If I could stand up now, I would kneel to beg you!"

Mckenzie grabbed his hand. "How can you not understand what it means to Mom?"

"I understand, but it's not appropriate for me to work at the restaurant!" Charlie frowned.

"I'm not asking you to work there alone. The doctor said I can be discharged in a month. I’ll get back to the restaurant.”

Mckenzie had made her plans.

"Grace had worked at the restaurant for more than a month. Can't you even do as well as her? Do you want Mom to kneel and beg you!"

Charlie wrinkled his brow. His head ached.

Yet looking at Mckenzie's pleading and determined look, he had to grit his teeth and nod.

"By the way, you know Grace's phone number, right? Call her and tell her I'm going to apply for a patent for the recipe. If she dares to use it without permission, I'll sue her."

Mckenzie guarded the recipe closely.

Charlie frowned. As he was about to say something, the door was pushed open.

Mark walked in. He heard what Mckenzie had just said. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Mckenzie quickly smiled and said, "Mark, you're here. Please sit down."

"I heard that you woke up, so I came to see you."

Mark's handsome face was stolid. He was cold to Mckenzie after hearing those words.

Charlie took the fruit basket and wanted to pour water for Mark. Mark raised his wrist and looked at his watch. "No need. I have a meeting at my company. See you next time.

Charlie sent him out of the ward. Mark got into his black Bentley. He went back to the Valentine mansion rather than his company.

Summer was watering the flowers. Mark told her what he had heard in the ward. Instantly, Summer flared up and cursed!

"Pooh! Apply for a patent? Grace had never done anything in a kitchen before. It's just a fucking recipe! Grace would turn her nose up if they gave it to her!"

After cursing for a long while, Summer cooled down and asked in confusion, "I don't know how Grace is doing..."

Grace was hurt so much. Was she alright now?

There was a difference between Grace and Summer after all. Summer wasn't surprised about what Mark thought at that time.

They had signed a contract before getting married. Summer knew Mark loved someone from the beginning.

However, Grace was different. She and Charlie were in love with each other and then married.

Finally, Charlie said he had feelings for another woman...

Every woman who experienced things like this knew how much it hurt!

In Paris.