The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 1269

From that night on, she didn't love him anymore.

Standing there, Luke was still carrying that bag.

He frowned, staring somewhat disgustedly at it.

He then looked around. The cars and buses were coming and going. There were few cabs in this area.

He muttered a curse and called his assistant to drive over.

After ten minutes, the assistant came.

Seeing Luke carry the dirty bag, the assistant froze.

He then quickly got out of the car.

He hurriedly took the bag, saying, "Mr. Bennington, please get in the car. I'll throw i t."

The bag was handed over to the assistant. Luke stepped into the car while seeing the assistant going to the nearby garbage bin with the bag.

The assistant somehow reminded him of that woman's back. Luke said, "Come back. Put it into the trunk."

The assistant looked down at the soiled bag in confusion.

Wasn't this garbage?

Why did Mr. Bennington keep it?

As they returned to the villa, Brad was eating.

He was much better behaved than before, not making any noise, though he didn't speak, like a puppet.

Brandy could only let out a long sigh.

Luke was quiet enough.

Now, even the lively boy became like him.

If things continued like this, Brad would be a copy of his father.

The villa was as dull as an ice cellar.

Brandy glanced at Luke, who was also having his dinner.

Brad wasn't here. She couldn't hear his warm words or hold him in her arms while sleeping. Her world was deserted.

She quietly wrapped her hands around her knees, burying her head between her legs.

Only in this way could she feel less lonely and desperate.

She thought that she couldn't work as a street vendor anymore.

After all, she used to be Luke's wife and had been in the Lanechett’s newspapers. Some people knew her.

If someone purposely photographed her and spread it on the Internet or in the newspapers, what would everyone think of Brad?

He went to one of the top posh schools in Lanechett, so that would be a humiliation for him.

Indeed, she could no longer remain in such a sorry state.

She didn't care, but what about Brad?

The future was gloomy as if she was in a sandstorm. The sand whistled and hurt her eyes. She couldn’t see any hope.

The chemotherapy was imminent. She felt burdened by the bad things, breathless. She lay tossing and turning all night.