Chapter 1407


    The sound of footsteps came from outside.


    Immediately after that, Charlie walked in.


    He pulled open his suit jacket. Seeing Mckenzie, Charlie knitted his handsome eyebrows, walked


    over, and squatted in front of her. "Mom, what happened to your leg?"


    Mckenzie patted the back of his hand, consoling him that there was nothing seriously wrong with it.


    She then told him what had happened just now.


    "If my leg were good and I could move, I would never ask Grace to go to the restaurant to help. But


    I had an ident.


    I''ve made it clear. You can discuss what to do next with Grace."


    Charlie narrowed his eyes, chuckled, and hugged Mckenzie. "Mom, you’ve worked hard for so


    many years in the restaurant. Whenever I asked you to rest, you refused. Now I''m relieved that you


    can take a break from the restaurant stuff. Of course, I am not gloating."


    "Do you think I don''t want to rest? But how can I rest?


    "Grace is not a qualified wife. She can''t have children or help with the work in the restaurant. How


    can I rest?"


    Mckenzie loosened her tongue and became quite talkative. "And you don''t..."


    "Mom!" Charlie stopped her with a gesture." Just go upstairs to rest. I''ll talk to her!"


    When Charlie pushed open the bedroom door, Grace was varnishing her toenails. The red nail


    polish set off her fair feet.


    "Grace, I’m back!"


    Pulling off his tie, Charlie crinkled his eyes and kissed her.


    Grace was passionate. She raised her head, embraced him, and kissed him.


    She was so fascinating.


    When they were about to have sex, Grace drew back, twisted his tie around her fingers, and


    pushed him away. "Stop it. I''m painting my toenails."


    Charlie gave a wry smile.


    "Well, do you know that Mom’s leg is injured?"


    Grace nodded. "Yes. I saw her downstairs, and we talked about something else. Did she ask you to


    convince me to go to the restaurant?"


    "She just told me what had happened. She didn’t ask me to do that."


    Charlie''s gentle eyes rolled as he thought about how to say it.


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    "It''s me who wants to talk to you."


    Grace sat down on hisp, raised her head, and swung her curls to her left side. While looking at


    him flirtatiously, she said, "Do I look like someone who will go to the kitchen?"


    "No," Charlie answered quickly.


    Yet his eyes blinked.


    He continued tactfully and meaningfully," You''re so charming. How can you stay in the kitchen? But


    I''ll be very happy if you’re good at cooking."


    Grace narrowed her eyes, crossed her long, slender legs, and drawled, "Do you mean that you are


    not happy with me?"


    "Absolutely not! I''mpletely obsessed with you!" Charlie said hastily. He almost shot himself in


    the foot.


    "Grace. Since Mom’s leg is injured, can you work at the restaurant for a few days? I''ll get you out of


    there as soon as possible!"


    "So you just want me to go to the restaurant!


    Grace got agitated. "Don''t you know I have a job?"


    Charlie replied, "I know your president. I can ask for leave for you."