The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 1648

Her voice was very feeble, and her face was bloodless because she hadn't eaten for days.

Her mother said, "Then you should give up, Bella. Maybe he's indeed not the right guy for you."

Bella's hands clenched hard around the quilt as transports of emotions flooded over her in waves. "Are you suggesting I let it go?

"What else could you possibly do?"

"It's been such a long time, and now you're asking me to quit?" Bella asked bitterly, staring at her.

"There's nothing else you can do. You and Charlie are not meant to be together. Much as I like him, this is clearly not going to work out between you two."

Bella bit her lip tightly. Her sharp canine teeth even left deep marks on it.

She sat there quietly, saying no more.

Not knowing what Bella was thinking, her mother wanted to say something, but after giving it some thought, she remained silent and walked out.

Bella was now the only one left in the room.

Hugging her knees, she rested her chin on her kneecaps. Nobody knew what she had in mind.

It was a long while before she pulled out her cellphone, called Charlie and requested him to meet her in Blue Bay Cafe.

Charlie refused flatly, believing that there was no need for them to meet again at all.

Bella tightened her grip on her phone, feeling as if her heart were being cut in half.

It was as if the tender flesh of her heart were exposed, blood gushing out of the wound inexorably.

After hanging up, Charlie told Grace honestly, "It was Bella. She wanted to see me. I rejected her. In no circumstances will I see her again."

"Now you're only my chauffeur and assistant. You just have to do your job As for your private matters, you don't have to explain any of them to me. Firstly, I'm not interested, and secondly, it'll distract me from my work. Understand?"

Grace was still scribbling away quickly with her pen. Her tone of voice was particularly casual and cavalier.

"I don't care about any of that. The only thing that concerns me is if you might misunderstand me. That's the only thing I have concerns for. I don't care about anything else! "

Charlie expressed his truest thoughts.

Grace made no response. She just kept working as if she couldn't be bothered to reply to him.

An involuntary sense of loss clutched at Charlie’s heart. Sitting on the side, he began to sort the drafts of drawings, faint dejection etched on his face.

In the past he couldn't understand, but now he finally came to know the full meaning of the words "One who doesn't want to be helped can not be helped."

Though he was an assistant, his workload wasn't really heavy.

Watching Grace working flat out, Charlie wanted very much to share her burden.

But he knew nothing about design, so he could only sit there watching.

Therefore, the scene in the office was like this: Grace was staring unblinkingly at a draft of drawing in her hand, whereas Charlie was gazing at her idly.

His gaze was so intent as if his eyes were burning, threatening to melt everything with the scorching heat. He just stared at her unblinkingly.

Originally, all Grace's attention had been focused on the drafts of drawings, but the gaze from the man beside her was so amorous that she could distinctly sense it.

She wanted to ignore it, but he was sitting there like a statue with his eyes fixed on her. Even the most thick-skinned person would find it unbearable.

Frowning, she grabbed the corner of a book without lifting her head and hurled the book at him. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Charlie failed to dodge in time and the book hit the corner of his eye. He instantly clutched his eye in pain.

"If you really have nothing to do, go and mop the floor for me. I didn't pay you that much money to have you sit here like an idler."

After hearing her words, Charlie stood up, picked up the mop on the side and began to mop the floor.

He had never done anything like this before, but now he was doing it quietly, looking quite meek.

After mopping the floor, he cleaned the desk and watered the flowers beside the window, bustling around.

Soon it was time to punch out. Charlie had bought many nibbles which used to be her favorite and put them in his car.