The President's Secret Wife

Chapter 4

Chapter 004 Their Divorce Was Postponed

Barret took over the phone, pulled off the quilt and walked straight to the window.

They talked for a few minutes. Jenny couldn’t hear what he was saying. All she could see was his brow knitted one moment and then relaxed the next.

When he hung up the phone, Barret came over.

Jenny looked at him with embarrassment. “I answered it by mistake. Has Laura misunderstood?”

“I’ve explained to her.”

After a pause, he looked at Jenny. “We’re married. It’s natural for us to sleep and wake up in the same bed.”

“I know.” Jenny nodded.

She was about to get up when Barret suddenly came close to her face. “What’s wrong with your face?”

Jenny rushed to the mirror and as expected, she saw a lot of red pimples on her face, legs, arms, and almost all over her body.

She knew that it was the result of an allergic reaction to the eggs she had eaten yesterday.

“It’s a bit of an allergy. I’ve taken the medicine and it’ll be fine in a few days,” Jenny said.

“Are you sure?” Barret asked.

“Yes. Don’t worry. We can still go and see Grandpa.”

“Wait a minute. I’ll put on my makeup and get changed. Then we can go and tell Grandpa that we’re divorcing.”

She knew that he couldn’t wait for her to go and talk with Grandpa about their divorce.

Since he had made up his mind, she wouldn’t do anything to beg for his pity and mercy.

She couldn’t do things like that.

Her pride would not allow it.

“No, let’s go to the hospital and have your face treated,” Barret said.

Jenny froze. “Grandpa has agreed?”

Barret shook his head.

Then he looked over at her and explained, “I was just about to tell you that Grandpa is not feeling well, and he has moved up his 80th birthday party, which will be in a week.”

“Grandpa always cares for you. If we talk about the divorce now, he won’t be happy on his birthday, so we’ll talk about it after the party.”

“Okay.” Jenny nodded. “Grandpa is the one who cares for me the most and treats me the best in the whole Smith family. I want him to celebrate his 80th birthday happily.”

“You mean I’ve been treating you badly?” Barret teased.

Jenny was speechless.

After her mother died, it was Grandpa who took her to the Smith family and gave her a warm and happy home, and it was also Grandpa who had been taking care of her and paid for her education.

Without Grandpa, she couldn’t even imagine what kind of life she would have been living these years.

“Don’t worry. I’ll go and talk with Grandpa right after his birthday. I won’t hold you up.”

Afraid that he might think she would use Grandpa’s birthday to stall for time, Jenny promptly assured him.

“You sound like you are very anxious to get a divorce, more so than I am?”

“Why? You can’t wait to go and see the man you love?”

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After breakfast, Jenny couldn’t refuse Barret and went to the hospital with him.

In the doctor’s office, Jenny was sitting on a stool and Barret was standing next to her.

She was a little flustered, not expecting Barret to come here with her.

“Do you know what you’re allergic to?”

“Yes.”

“You know and still ate that much. Now it’s serious and you’re suffering from it. Have you taken any medicine?”

Jenny shook her head, a little embarrassed. “No.”

“I’ll prescribe some oral medicine for you to take at home and see how it works. If it doesn’t work well, come to the hospital for an injection right away.”

With her hand placed on her belly, Jenny was a little hesitant and worried about the effect the oral medicine might have on the baby.

But Barret was standing beside her, so she couldn’t ask the doctor.

Just as she was getting anxious, Barret’s phone rang and he went out to answer it.

Jenny immediately sighed with relief and looked at the doctor. “Doctor, I’m pregnant. Can I take the oral medicine?”

“Why didn’t you tell me just now? I’ll prescribe you some topical medicine instead of the oral one.”

“Thank you, doctor, please!”

When they got out of the doctor’s office, the look on Barret’s face changed.

He had been gentle when they came here and now he looked quite cold.

After putting up with it all the way to the window to get the medicine, he finally snapped, “Why, you’ve learned to lie, huh?”

Jenny knew he meant that she had lied to him by saying that she had taken the medicine.

She quickly lowered her head, feeling rather embarrassed. “I’m sorry, but I didn’t mean to.”

“Yes, you did.”

Jenny was speechless.

He didn’t believe her.

“I thought we were going to get a divorce soon, and then we could go our separate ways. There was no need to bother you anymore. I’ve troubled you enough in the past two years.”

“So you know you’re trouble?” Barret said in an unpleasant voice.

Jenny’s ears were red and she felt bad. See? He really did think she was a burden and nuisance.

But the next moment, Barret’s voice came again.

“It’s been two years, and I don’t mind it.”

Having gotten the medicine, Barret exclaimed suddenly as he read the instructions, “I thought the doctor would prescribe you some oral medicine. Why did they give you the topical medicine?”

Jenny was stunned.

He was so meticulous and sharp-sighted. Sometimes it was not so good.

“Topical medicine is fine!” Jenny said.

“You have severe allergies, and topical medicine works too slowly. It’s better to take oral medicine. Besides, it will be Grandpa’s 80th birthday soon. If your red pimples don’t go away by then, he might think I’m abusing you again.”

“I’ll explain to Grandpa. Besides, it won’t take that long,” Jenny assured him seriously.

But Barret still insisted.

“No, let’s get oral medicine instead, or you’ll have to come back for injection if the topical medicine doesn’t work.”

With that, he walked towards the doctor’s office to ask the doctor for the oral medicine.

Jenny put her hand on her forehead and hurriedly called out to him, “Barret, wait. Listen, I asked the doctor to give me the topical medicine instead. I have an upset stomach these days, so I can’t take oral medicine.”

“The topical medicine might work slowly, but it’s safe, isn’t it?”

That was enough to convince Barret.

He stopped in his tracks.

In the car, Jenny put the medicine on her face, legs and arms by herself.

But she couldn’t see the back of her neck. When she got stumped there, Barret said, “Are you sure you don’t want me to help?”

He was always like that, as if he knew everything and had everything under control.

“Here you go then!” Jenny put the medicine in his hand.

Barret suddenly frowned. “That’s how you ask for help?”

Jenny bit her lip and started to beg him.

Blinking her charming eyes, she said in an extremely sweet voice, “Honey, please, I can’t reach it. Just do it for me!”