President’s Sweet Wife novel Chapter 694

The iron bench had a thick cushion so that it wouldn't feel uncomfortable.

The servants served breakfast and snacks next to Christine's fruit. It was a perfect brunch.

It was March now, the best season of the year to drink tea and bask in the warm sunshine of spring.

Christine picked up her teacup and took a sip. She narrowed her eyes and looked relaxed.

Chad, on the other hand, felt wronged.

He took a careful look at Christine and asked tentatively, "Honey, can I take a sip of the tea?"

Christine paused and glanced at him.

"Want some?"

Chad couldn't stop nodding.

Christine poured him a cup of warm water from the pot.

"Just have some water. Tea’s no good for your recovery."

Chad was speechless.

He looked at the plain boiled water and said,

"Honey, it was my legs and ribs that had been hurt. My digestion system is perfectly fine. I can have some tea."

"Who said that?" Christine argued, "The caffeine in tea will cause the loss of calcium. You'll have to give up tea and coffee if you want to get better soon."

As she spoke, she ignored him and continued to drink her tea and eat her snacks.

Having been turned down by her, Chad knew that he wouldn't have any tea today.

He could only pick up the glass of boiled water and drink it.

The atmosphere in the room was too peaceful for him to care about what he was drinking.

The two of them sat there quietly, sunbathing.

A lot of things have happened recently. Now they could finally sit together; they felt their minds had been connected without saying anything.

After all, they had been married for over 20 years.

They were so in tune in many ways.

They could read each other's minds as their eyes met. They didn't have to say it, and they didn't want to say it.

However, Chad still mentioned to her about Gentry and the assassination after contemplation.

After all, he had shown mercy to Gentry for the sake of Christine's family.

Christine's the only member of her family that was still alive now; Chad thought she should know.

Christine wasn't surprised after hearing that.

After a moment of silence, she told him how many times Kristina had come to her in the past few days.

After a while, with mixed feelings, he sighed sentimentally, "After all, I’m the one to blame. No one would be hurt today if I had been more decisive back then. Christine, I'm sorry for what you have to put up with for all these years."

Christine's face froze.

Her eyes dimmed, and then she snorted coldly as if she didn't care.

" I don't need your apology."

She said with her eyes shimmering with tears of sentiment.