The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 1654



Chapter 1654

He was feeling lost and helpless like never before. He did not know what to do to talk her out of it, or how to get through to her.

Wordless, he quietly stood opposite her with a distance of several paces between them. The distance was neither long nor short. He could see her face clearly, and she could see his as well...

"I..." Charlie paused momentarily. "I can kneel before you if that's what it takes to get you to stay."

Men do not bend their knees easily, but in these circumstances, his dignity meant nothing to him, and neither did his career. She was the only one that mattered!

Grace gazed at his face but made no response.

His inscrutable face gave little away.

But Charlie knitted his brows at the sight of her inaction. Without any hesitation, he bent his knees and really knelt down on the floor.

This time Grace was really transfixed with shock, her pen poised above the paper.

If she had been oblivious of Charlie's anxiety previous to this day, she was fully aware of it now.

"You once said men do not bend their knees easily and that you would kneel before nobody but your parents. What's this about?" Grace wrenched her mind back to the present, subdued her shock and stopped her chest from heaving.

"I have no other way. I can do this if it's what it takes to get you to change your mind. I totally can!" Charlie's face was unabashed. There was no embarrassment on it whatsoever.

Tightening her grip on her pen, her lips dry, Grace said, "Stand up."

"Would you please tell me your true thoughts and give me an answer?" Charlie looked eager and urgent. "Was there a moment when you felt touched by my actions and wanted to forgive me?"

"Get to your feet," Grace said instead of answering his question.

She couldn't bear to see him kneeling before her. It made her feel subdued.

"Tell me the answer and I'll stand up right away." Charlie was insistent as well.

The subdued and suffocating sensation was intensifying, and Grace felt as though she were grabbed in a chokehold which made it difficult for her to breathe. Brows knitted, she said, "Charlie, since when have you become such a nuisance? Do you know what you look like right now? A pathetic lovesick puppy!"

After hearing her words, Charlie who was on his knees straightened his back and froze. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

His head was down, his eyes fixed on the floor, so Grace couldn't see his face.

Moments later, his lips parted as he said in a deep, hoarse and dull voice, "It's lunchtime. I'll go and buy you lunch."

With that he rose to his feet and headed straight for the office door.

His suit pants streamed as he walked, the patches of dust on his knees somewhat obtrusive.

The instant he walked out of the office, Charlie's straight back instantly drooped. He leaned against the wall, feeling as if someone had slit his heart with a knife, leaving it bleeding profusely.

He felt an excruciating pain. He suspected that even having his heart cut with several blades at the same time wouldn't be more painful than this.

Her chest heaving, Grace closed her eyes and reclined against her chair, her hands clasped, her heart fluttering.

All the foods that Charlie brought back for lunch were her favorites. She had loved spicy food, and she still did. Fillet steak, lasagna, lobster soup, gazpacho, buffalo wings...

The surface of her desk was covered with tantalizing dishes. The strong and tantalizing aroma whetted Grace's appetite.

Grace normally ate two plates of lasagna for lunch, but today she acted a little uncharacteristically. After having only half a plate of lasagna, she put down her fork.

Charlie didn't eat much either. He had a stomach problem and thus was no longer in a fit state to eat anything spicy. If he ate spicy food, his condition would worsen, so he only ate a plate of lasagna.


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