The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 1565

Charlie’s cheeks swelled up after being hit. Mckenzie felt sorry for him and hurriedly put ice on his face, complaining, "She's a teacher but so arrogant! Why did you just let her beat you?"

She had never beaten her son!

"I didn't expect her to do that." NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

Charlie pressed the ice against his swollen face. "Besides, how could I hit a woman?"

"Tell me what happened between you and your secretary," Mckenzie said.

Charlie was unwilling to mention it." Forget it. I’ll tell you after I think it over. It's too late. Go to bed."

Mckenzie wanted to say something, but he had already turned and walked into his room.

Seeing this, Mckenzie had to bite her tongue.

The room was light. Charlie had changed into a bathrobe.

He was sitting on the sofa. The divorce papers were on the table in front of him. He was holding a cigarette between his long fingers. Cigarette smoke drifted over him with a strong smell.

He smoked one cigarette after another. After a while, the ashtray was stuffed with long and short butts.

Summer's curses still echoed in his mind.

Grace's face once again rose before his eyes. She smiled, sometimes flirtatiously and sometimes pleasantly.

He swallowed and took a deep breath.

He didn't sleep all night, sitting on the sofa. He smoked three cartons of cigarettes. The smoky room was suffocating.

Charlie didn't sign the divorce agreement.

In Ridorf.

Early morning.

Grace just woke up. She casually pulled back her curly hair with her fair slender fingers, walking towards the bathroom.

When she passed by the living room and saw Andrew sitting on the sofa, she raised her eyebrows, picked up a pillow, and threw it at the back of his head!

Andrew was agile. Feeling the cold wind behind him, he quickly turned aside to dodge the pillow.

Resting his arms on the sofa, Andrew turned to look at Grace, tutting and then whistling. "My eyes deceived me. D cup!"

Grace didn't wear a bra while sleeping. She had to freshen up in the morning, so she just casually tied her belt, revealing her fair breasts.

Andrew, who thought that he was the one who paid the money, always slipped into her room before she knew it.

At first, Grace seriously warned him but it didn't work on this shameless man. She then used her fists. Sure enough, fists were much more powerful than words.

Early in the morning, Andrew was chased by Grace, running around inside the suite.

After quite a while, Andrew gasped and stopped. He propped his hands on the sofa, blinking at her. "I have good news for you."

"Just get to the point!" Grace was also panting, saying bluntly.

Andrew's eyes twitched. He thought the way she spoke didn't match her pretty face. "My cousin decided to use your design."

"Really?" Grace, who was always calm, couldn’t hide her joy. Her eyes were as bright as stars. "You did me a big favor!"

"Of course. Don’t be so violent towards me and he said you have the right to claim authorship. When you join his team..."

Andrew gazed at her charming face. "You'll soon make a name for yourself in France and become an outstanding jewelry designer!"

Grace tutted, shook her bathrobe, and sat casually on the sofa. She faced Andrew, curving her beautiful red lips. "Talented people can always get what they want. You should learn from me..."

Andrew was speechless.