The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 1636

The director didn't give up, "What's more important to you, career or love?"

"Love, of course." Andrew answered without hesitation and added, "Don't call me again. Just wait for my good news. I shall certainly get her. Whoopee, that's so exciting!"

Director said sullenly, "What's so exciting about that?"

"The three of us will sunbathe on the beach and enjoy the cuisine together. Alas, you won't understand that wonderful feeling."

Andrew was dreaming about his happy life.

Also, he was looking forward to passionate evenings and sweet mornings. Nothing could be more exciting!

The director thought Andrew was really out of mind and said no more.

After all, Andrew had both money and power. If he refused to return, the director couldn't do anything with him.

Totally lost in his daydream, Andrew hummed with pleasure and thought his happy life was coming.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. He frowned, thinking it was that disgusting man. ’Didn’t he just be whisked away by the police? How could he be released so soon?’

He moved towards the door and saw an old lady he didn't know through the peep-hole

On second thought, he opened the door and asked, "Who are you here to see?"

"Grace Livingston."

Mckenzie studied tall and handsome Andrew, thinking he was imprudent. In her view, it was really inappropriate for a man to stay in another woman's room so late.

"She's gone to bed. Perhaps you could come here tomorrow." Andrew looked back at the closed bedroom door.

Mckenzie refused to follow his advice and thought he was ungracious. She was an elder anyway. She came a long way to see her grandson, but this man asked her to come another day!

Ignoring Andrew, Mckenzie walked past him to the bedroom and pushed the door open.

Andrew thought this old lady had no manners at all. For the sake of her being a woman and an elder, he overlooked her rudeness.

Their voices and footsteps woke Grace, who propped herself up against the head of the bed and looked at Mckenzie.

Mckenzie said, "I heard Charlie say the baby had a cold. I'm very concerned. So, I'm here to have a look at him."

Grace nodded emotionless and said nothing, apparently agreeing to her request.

Mckenzie became pleased and softened her attitude to Grace. She bent over and gently scooped Eaton up in her arms.

Eaton was already awake, yawning and waving his tiny hands in the air.

Mckenzie looked at Eaton with pleasure and said, "He is the spitting image of Charlie at the same age..."

Grace ignored her, poured herself a glass of water, and sipped at the window.All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

"Good boy! What a pretty face, my dear! You're not like your father, who was a naughty boy. When your father was your age, he always cried. He cried hard during the day and at night. It was useless for anyone to coax him except me, which made me unable to sleep at night. And the light in the bedroom had to be on all the time. I held him in my arms. As long as I slid down a little, he could sense it and begin to cry. He really put me through it..."

Instead of interrupting Mckenzie, Grace pretended not to hear. 'Humph! How ridiculous! One minute she said they were so alike, but now she says they don't!'

Grace was kind of hungry and planned to go to the kitchen to make the pasta Andrew bought at noon.

Andrew became hostile to Mckenzie after

learning she was Charlie's mother.

Mckenzie kept Eaton in her arms and refused to let go.

That was amazing! The grandson she thought about day and night was in her arms. Her happiness was beyond words.