The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 1640

However, that was impossible. Grace didn't even look at him.

Charlie let out a long sigh secretly, swallowing his unspeakable bitterness. He moved his eyes, starting the car.

It was dark at night, and he had a heavy cold. Therefore, the situation became even worse.

A fit of dizziness overcame Charlie. He could no longer bear it, biting his cheeks. There was a faint smell of blood in his mouth.

Finally, he lowered his head, gasping for breath.

Grace was looking at the design drawings from Dominick on the phone.

Charlie felt like something was in his throat. Suddenly, a strong light stung his eyes, and there was a harsh sound of car horns.

Charlie managed to suppress the sickness. He looked up, and his pupils were dilated in an instant.

The visibility on a rainy night was very low. A lorry carrying goods was driving towards them at a crazy speed!

Charlie quickly gathered himself up despite the fatigue. His chest heaved violently. He concentrated on trying to get out of the danger.

He knew that if he couldn't find a solution, both of them would die under the wheels.

He slowed down and backed up, looking for the opportunity to dodge, but the lorry was out of control, rushing forward.

Charlie's judgment and self-control were not as good as usual. His foot slipped. He mistook the brake pedal for the gas pedal. The car suddenly slowed down. The inertia carried the car and the two of them forward. The tires squealed.

Charlie hit his head on the steering wheel, while Grace hit the window next to her. She gritted her teeth and couldn't open her eyes in pain.

The accident happened before she could react. Her mind went blank.

With the last sanity, Charlie looked ahead. The lorry was close to them.

Gritting his teeth, he started the car again. However, the lorry had already collided fiercely with their car, and the two of them were shaken by the collision.

Grace's nails sank into her palms. The pain made her mind clear. She opened her eyes wide, her heart thumping. Her face turned pale.

Charlie grabbed the steering wheel and turned it to his side with all his strength. He was trying hard to keep the lorry away from Grace.

The violent impact moved the car up and down constantly. The front of the car had been dented.

Immediately after that, Charlie pounced on Grace.

Before passing out, Grace saw Charlie's face. His forehead was covered in blood, looking scary.

The collision was serious. The fronts of the car and the lorry were dented and almost crushed.

When Grace woke up, she saw the white walls around her.

The walls were so bright she couldn't open her eyes and think.

A few moments later, she gradually realized what was going on.

The fragments of her memory of the accident flashed in her mind. She remembered the blood on Charlie's forehead...

She quickly sat up in bed. Her pupils shrank. She propped her hands on the bed and was about to get up.

The nurse next to her was changing her IV bottle. Seeing that Grace wanted to get out of bed, the nurse immediately ran over. " Ms. Livingston, you can't move. You're

having an IV."

Grace ignored her and asked, "Where is the man who was sent here with me?"

"He's still in the operating room," the nurse replied. "He was more seriously injured than you. When the accident happened, he must have turned the car to protect you, so..."

Before the nurse could finish, Grace walked out and asked where the operating room was before leaving.

The light outside the operating room was still on. The operation was not finished. Grace leaned against the wall, her chest constantly heaving. She looked at the operating room from time to time.

She had just waited for about twenty minutes when the attending doctor came out, taking off his mask. The operation was successful. Charlie was out of danger.

Grace thanked the doctor.

She finally relaxed her tense body and breathed with relief.

Thinking of Andrew, she called him but didn't tell him the truth, afraid that he would be worried. She lied to him.

Charlie was soon sent to the general ward.

Grace sat by his side. The nurse put Charlie on a drip, saying, "Ms. Livingston, you're so lucky to be protected by a man when in danger."

Grace's eyes moved. She kept silent, sitting there staring at Charlie. Her face was gloomy. No one knew what she was thinking.

Not long after that, a sound of footsteps came over. Mckenzie and Bella arrived.

At the sight of Charlie in bed, Mckenzie was anxious, holding Charlie's hand.

Bella frowned, gazing at him.

Seeing them, Grace looked as calm as usual. She said, "Since you're here, I'll leave.

Hearing this, Mckenzie was unsatisfied. " He is injured because of you. Do you have any conscience? He hasn't woken up yet, and you want to leave." Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

"He was the one who asked to be my driver.

I couldn't even get rid of him. Who do you think is mainly responsible for the accident, the driver or me?" Grace asked.

Mckenzie shook her head. "I never knew you would be so heartless.”

Grace stared at her, her eyebrows twitching. Without saying a word, Grace turned around and walked out.

The doctor said that the surgery was successful and Charlie was safe now. He will wake up and recover soon.

After a while, Bella's voice came from behind her. "Ms. Livingston, let's talk."