The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 1513

Just then, the office door was pushed open again, and footsteps came. Then there was a soft voice, "Mr. Morgan, I've brought the lunch—"

It was Bella. Before she finished her sentence, she saw Grace sitting on the sofa. She stopped abruptly. She was carrying two boxes of lunch.

"Charlie, did you ask your secretary to buy the lunch? I didn't know in advance. I've brought the lunch over. Thank you, Bella, right? You don't have to prepare lunch afterward. I'll come over every day at noon."

Grace was wearing a white dress, her legs folded. She looked beautiful and elegant.

Bella felt awkward. She bit her lower lip and nodded, "Yes, I won't interrupt you guys. Enjoy your lunch!"

Bella turned around and walked away with the lunch boxes. Her heart stroke. She had actually prepared these lunches herself.

Charlie had said that he liked the food she cooked.

Yesterday afternoon she also prepared lunch. Charlie didn't say anything. He had lunch with her. And he had a faint, warm smile on his face.

Charlie looked up. He looked over the shoulders of Grace, who was sitting across from him and glanced at Bella's back.

After lunch, Grace wanted to stay in the office a little longer, but she had no time. There was a lot of work waiting for her in the restaurant.

She didn't stay longer. She walked out of the office. Although Charlie didn't say much, he walked her out of the company building. Grace drove to the restaurant.

After finishing her job at the restaurant, Grace went to the hospital. Mckenzie was still in a coma and showed no signs of waking up. The doctor said it was not good and that the patient may become a vegetable.

Grace's eyes twitched. She did her best, but nothing had changed.

The doctors that Mark and Kingsley had introduced all had come and gave thorough examinations on Mckenzie but to no avail.

They came to the same conclusion that no one knew when the patient would wake up.

Maybe it would be in a moment. Maybe it would be in years. And maybe it was never In the evening, Grace did not go back to the hotel but went back to their apartment.

By the time she came out of the shower, Charlie had come back. He was carrying a cake in his hand.

But she hadn't gotten her nails polished in months.

Her hands used to be fair and smooth, but now they were kind of rough and had thin calluses on her fingers...

After waiting for half an hour, Charlie didn't come to the bedroom yet. Grace was sleepy, so she tucked herself into the blanket and drifted into sleep.

Charlie had looked through a lot of documents. Looking at the pile of papers in front of him, Charlie pushed them aside. He rubbed his neck with his palm. He felt irritable.

His cell phone rang. It was Bella.

He glanced at it, leaned forward slightly, and picked it up. His thin lips curled up slightly and the irritation in his mind dissipated for a few moments. He felt relaxed.

Bella asked him some questions about work and some questions about the papers.

After they finished talking about business, the two had a casual chat.