Chapter 1410


    Grace had never set foot in the kitchen since she was a child, not to mention putting a name to any


    of the ingredients.


    She stood there in a daze.


    This gave Mckenzie a headache. She wheeled herself over, pointing at the ingredients while telling


    Grace their names and what to do.


    It was indeed inconvenient for Grace to walk up and down on high heels.


    And the marble floor was smooth. She identally slipped and knelt on the ground. Her beautiful


    face was contorted.


    Grace scrambled to her feet, secretly cursing. She knew her knees must have been hurt seriously


    because of the sharp pain.


    Mckenzie didn''t want to say anything else, gripping her wheelchair. She had an impulse to rush


    over.


    Putting the ingredients into the pot was just a start. She must keep stirring them.


    Although Grace was tall, her arms and legs were thin. Just after she stirred for a while, her strength


    failed her.


    "Go on. The coals are burning. If you stop stirring, the dressing can''t be heated evenly and will even


    be scorched."


    Mckenzie said sternly.


    Grace was not meek, but she didn’t lose her temper.


    As she had finished mixing the ingredients, it was nearly noon.


    Grace’s legs were weak. Her arms were sore and soft.


    She wanted to leave, but Mckenzie didn''t agree.


    That was only the first step, and there was a second step.


    Cursing silently, Grace stepped out of the kitchen into the dining room, found a seat by the window,


    picked up the Band-Aids, and put them on her knees.


    At this time, the phone rang. It was a call from Charlie. His voice was warm and soft. "Honey, you


    must be tired."


    "Humph."


    Grace pouted.


    Her face looked as if covered by ayer of ash in the mirror,pletely not as pretty as it was in the


    morning.


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    "I''ll give you a massage at home tonight. Tofort my hard-working wife, I went to a masseur and


    learned from him." Charlie chuckled, raising his eyebrows.


    "Sweet talk!" Grace cooled down a lot.


    "I''m at yourmand,” Charlie said sweetly. "Thank you for all you did today."


    "You''d better really think so. I want to take a nap now. Gotta go."


    After Charlie answered, Grace hung up the phone.


    She was too tired to maintain her elegance, leaning back on the sofa with her legs crossed and


    eyes closed.


    Even so, she was a striking beauty. Many men looked at her.


    After sleeping for more than half an hour, Grace felt rxed, gently shaking her lustrous curls and


    stretching.


    She could have gone shopping at this time or had afternoon tea with her girlfriends, but now she


    was so miserable!


    After she sat upright, the waiter came over. "Ms. Grace, Ms. Mckenzie wants you to go to the


    kitchen."


    "Dammit!"


    Grace blurted out.


    She got up, smoothed the creases out of her skirt, and walked towards the kitchen.


    This time Mckenzie asked her to mash all the ingredients. Mckenzie emphasized that Grace should


    use her hands instead of tools.


    Grace had to mash a whole pot of ingredients with her pretty hands! She thought Mckenzie was


    kidding!