The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 1584

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Grace was working today. The shooting of the TV commercial for the jewelry magazine had started, and the selected location was Lithern Garden which boasted a beautiful view and a vibe that couldn't be more suitable for the commercial.

Winter was coming to an end, but it was still very cold in Santabaca. The shooting crew was suffering greatly from the chill.

Grace didn't bring Eaton with her, and Andrew wasn't in her company either. The latter was in the hotel tending Eaton.

The shooting crew was ready for the next series of photos when a commotion was heard, and then a large fully loaded cargo truck came into view.

Everybody was staring confusedly when the black Bentley following in the truck's wake halted. The car door was opened and Charlie stepped out.

Grace was sorting through the jewels when she heard the noises. She lifted her eyes slightly and, naturally, spotted Charlie out of the corner of her eye.

However, she kept her head down as if she hadn't seen him.

"Mr. Morgan brought some supplies here as assistance for GL. There're tons of hot drinks and body warmers in there.

Everyone help yourself!"

The secretary was greeting the shooting

crew smilingly.

Charlie walked up to Grace, halted and asked, "Are you cold?"

Grace stowed away the greenish jewels without so much as lifting her head, and then she fished out a set of red ones and said, "Take these over there. They're for the next session."

"We need to talk."

Charlie promptly blocked her path in a big stride.

His action made Grace faintly fretful. "Are you blind? Can you not see that I'm working?"

"All I'm asking is a couple of minutes of your time. It won’t take long." "I don’t have time for that!" Grace rejected him flatly, helped the model put on the jewels and started the next shooting session.

All the crew members appeared to be fully occupied. They didn't even have time for a glass of hot water. The models were wearing backless or off-the-shoulder dresses, their faces bloodless from the cold.

Having noticed all that, Charlie was too embarrassed to disturb them, but instead of sitting into his car, he just leaned against the vehicle, his eyes fixed on Grace.

Due to the unbearably cold weather, the shooting session was shortened, and everybody worked very efficiently. Soon there was only one set of photos left to be taken.

The photographer who had come here with Grace from the UK was the most famous photographer in the world. The pictures he took were indeed amazing.

Soon the shooting session was over. The photographer hugged Grace with fervor and kissed her on the cheek. "Babe, your sense of design has been improving steadily. I'm really impressed."

"Likewise. I've always admired your photography. That's why I had Dominick let me have you. You have no idea how much I love you! " Grace whistled.

Standing a short way off, Charlie watched the two of them interacting affectionately, his chest heaving in and out. He was just about to walk up to them when they broke the embrace. Charlie halted reluctantly.

Grace turned slightly. A ghost of a grim smile crossed her lips as she glimpsed Charlie out of the corner of her eye.

Charlie waylaid her again. "Now let's talk!"

The wintry smile still on her lips, having no intention to speak to him, she directly walked around him to leave.

Charlie hurriedly gripped her by the wrist.

Grace halted, tucked her charming curly hair behind her ear with her right hand and said with a wan smile on her rosy lips, "Who are you? Do we know each other?"

Charlie’s Adam's apple bobbed restlessly." Grace!"

"Let go of her, you shameless bastard!"

A sudden bawl was heard. Andrew, clad in a black woolen overcoat, stormed over and aimed a kick at Charlie's back without another word!

The kick was a hefty one, and Charlie, caught off guard, was knocked off his feet and slammed against the pillar in front of him.

Andrew yanked Charlie's hand off Grace's wrist and swept Grace into his embrace. " Babe, is he a libertine?"

"He is. Your timing is perfect!" Grace said." You finally saved me like a hero once."

"Go over there and wait for me, babe. I can't believe this guy dared take liberties with you. Humph! I'll have him know what a terrible mistake he's made!" Andrew said coldly. "You dared lay hands on my woman. You must have a death wish!"

And then Andrew furiously lunged at Charlie.

Charlie had been fretful all along, and Andrew's words about Grace being his woman antagonized Charlie even further. Soon the two of them were grappling.

Arms folded over her chest, Grace watched leisurely. Another gust of chill wind blew by, and she lost interest in the fight. She got into her car and drove off.

Andrew was covered with bruises when he returned to the hotel. He was still accusing Grace of being heartless.

Grace chuckled, "You took a lot of blows?"

"So did he. Look at my bruises. How much better do you think he is?"

Charlie kneaded the corner of his mouth which was slightly swollen and bruised. It was because of the fighting. He had wounds on his face, but they didn’t bother him at all. He only regretted not having killed the man who referred to Grace as his woman. But was it really that difficult for her to have a normal conversation with him?

She wouldn’t even look him in the eye, let alone talk with him.

If she kept acting like that, he would have to threaten her with her soft underbelly. The divorce papers hadn't been signed yet.

It was indeed about time she was informed of it!

Only then would she take him seriously and talk with him!

Otherwise she would never show any regard for him!

As that thought crossed his mind, Charlie pulled out his cellphone and dialed Grace’s number. Unsurprisingly, she refused to answer his call.

Andrew thought, ’Children do grow fast. Every day they look different from they did the day before.' Eaton had been changing every day, and so did his appearance.

Andrew had bruises at the corners of his mouth. He grimaced but then said smugly," Look at his eyes, his nose and his little mouth. He and I are like two peas in a pod!"

Such were his mien, facial expression and tone of voice that it seemed as if he were really Eaton's biological father.

Grace stroked her forehead. There was nothing she could do with Andrew.

"By the way, now that you've given birth to the little baby, can you tell me who his father is?"

After giving it some thought, Grace replied, "He's the very guy you beat up earlier today, but he doesn't know, and I'm not in a hurry to tell him."