The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 1584

After merely a few moments, the assistant found out and reported Grace's detailed schedule to Charlie

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 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."