The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 1427

The next day, when Grace woke up, that side of the bed was already empty.

Shen touched it, and it was slightly cold. It seemed that Charlie had been away for a while.

After washing up and putting on makeup, she went downstairs. Juts when she stepped on the last stair, she heard the voice of a child coming from the dining room.

'When did our family have a child?’

She went into the dining room.

Sitting at the dining table were Mckenzie and Hailee, and beside Bailee sat a little boy who was five or six years old.

The boy called Hailee Mom and called Mckenzie Grandma sweetly.

What Mckenzie liked most was children, especially boys.

At this moment, Mckenzie smiled so happily and reached out to stroke his smooth face. "What would you like to eat?"

"Mom said I can't be a picky eater, so I eat everything." The boy seemed to be very polite and considerate.

Hearing this, Mckenzie liked the boy even more. She put several dishes in front of the boy.

Grace's chest was undulating, as she was angry.

Although she didn't want to see the scene at all, there was no need for her to endure hunger. She was very hungry!

Furthermore, this was her home. She had no reason not to eat in her house while the guests were eating happily.

Taking a seat, she gracefully spread the napkin in front of her and ate breakfast.

The boy greeted her politely. "Hello, Auntie Grace."

Grace responded casually, not even looking at the boy, as she didn't want to see him.

The boy looked at Bailee, feeling embarrassed. But Bailee shook her head helplessly. "Hurry up and eat. You have to go to school in a while."

Mckenzie's eyes fell on Grace.

Thinking about this, how could Grace be in a good mood?

As expected, Mckenzie didn't come to the restaurant today.

Grace's arms and legs became sore, as she was busy in the kitchen for a long time alone.

In the afternoon, Summer called Grace and asked her to reserve a private room, as Summer would come over for dinner.

After a while, Summer came.

This time, Summer came alone.

Grace took her to the private room for her, served her coffee and then took a seat. "How does it feel to be the hostess of the restaurant?" Summer asked with a smile.

"Hostess, what kind of hostess am I? Every day, the accounts of the restaurant are given to Mckenzie. My task is to prepare the ingredients. I am just a free coolie.

What a hostess am I?" Grace scoffed coldly.