The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 1563

Bella was very sensitive. She immediately perceived his mood swing.

Her lips compressed momentarily before she answered gingerly, "I got some urgent documents which are subject to your approval."

Not daring to say that it was about private matters, she made up an excuse and told them it was about business affairs. Then she handed the basket of fruits to Mckenzie. "I hope you get better soon, Madam. I'm your son's secretary."

"Thank you," Mckenzie took it.

Summer found herself unable to keep her cool. She thought, 'Things have already

come to this, and yet she still has the nerve to pretend?

'Secretary? Ha, who does she think she's kidding?'

"Are you sure you’re his secretary, not his mistress trying to become his wife?" Summer ruthlessly nailed her lie.

Bella's face instantly darkened. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Summer and found that she looked somewhat familiar.

Summer began to walk forward.

Behind Bella was a water dispenser.

Summer casually picked up a glass from the table beside her, walked over, filled it with water and, turning around, deliberately shouldered Bella hard. The latter lost her balance and toppled to the floor.

Bella bumped her knees on the floor. It was summer, and she was wearing a thin dress, and the floor was made of solid marble. Bella felt as if her knees were about to shatter.

Unable to get to her feet, she looked at Charlie with a deeply injured expression on her face.

"How do things usually work in these circumstances in TV series? Oh, I remember. You should just keep that injured and piteous look on your face. It'd be best if you squeeze out some tears.

That's how home wreckers seduce men in all TV series. It's only too obvious I'm bullying you. Tattle on me to him. Go on."

Smiling, Summer squatted down in front of Bella, flicked a few glances at Charlie and then added provocatively, "There is nothing I detest more than double-faced women. What's that line again? Oh,' Bitches are bitches'!"

Charlie stood where he was, wordless.

He tossed occasional glances at the divorce papers on the table. His face gradually became inscrutable and sullen.

His eyes did not move to Bella, and he looked as if he hadn't heard Summer's words, seemingly pondering over something.

Still staring at Charlie, Bella noticed his facial expression. For some unknown reason, she felt a pang of panic.

Mark kneaded his eyebrows with his slim fingers and remarked in a deep voice, "It's getting late. You need to put SpongeTim to bed."

Feeling that she had inflicted enough humiliation on Bella, Summer straightened herself and said, "All right. Mr. Morgan, please sign this thing. I've got other things to do."

"Just go. I'll come back and get the papers for you tomorrow morning. You really should get going. The nanny has called three times saying SpongeTim wouldn't stop crying."

Mark walked over and put his arms around Summer's shoulders.

Tim had been suffering from a high fever lately. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

His symptoms had abated slightly only earlier today. Therefore, after hearing that the child kept crying, Summer promptly said, "Remember to come here and get the divorce papers for me on your way to work tomorrow morning."

With that the two of them headed for the ward door. Mark blandly said goodbye to Charlie, but Summer walked out without so much as a backward glance.

*

The ward finally quieted down, and the three of them were the only ones left.

Mckenzie helped Bella to her feet from the floor.

She believed that there was definitely something going on between Charlie and this supposed secretary, given Summer’s words.

Sitting beside the hospital bed, Mckenzie asked Bella some questions: how long she had been working in the company, what her previous job had been, what her parents did for a living, how old she was, etc.

Bella fought through the pain to answer the

questions in a low voice.