Falling for My Contractual Wife

Chapter 4

Grace knew she was Brian’s wife, the lady of this mansion. But watching Louise act so calm and collected in front of her, she felt like she couldn’t stay in this house for another second.

gaze

Her drifted to the side, and with what she thought was a calm tone, she said, “I’m going to tidy up the room,” and turned to head upstairs.

Louise lifted her eyes slowly, a hint of mockery playing on her lips. Grace’s retreating figure seemed a bit like she was escaping.

Back in her room, Grace felt a pang of sadness but quickly convinced herself it wasn’t worth being upset. She was just a stand–in, something she’d known all along.

She couldn’t even bring herself to enjoy breakfast, lying back in bed, drifting into a deep sleep.

Voices downstairs woke Grace up. Checking the time, it was already 11 AM. Laughter occasionally drifted up, and she opened the door to hear it more clearly.

“Miss Adkins, your figure and style are amazing! You look good in anything! I don’t even know which one to recommend. You can pull off any style!”

Grace watched the scene downstairs, her face turning pallid. Louise was wearing an off–shoulder white wedding dress, hair elegantly tied up, standing tall and graceful. In her mind, she couldn’t help but picture Louise and Brian together in wedding attire. Ironically, she found the imagined couple quite fitting.

Unconsciously, Grace’s nails dug into her palms. She couldn’t help but think that this was the difference between being the real deal and just a substitute. When she married Brian, they did nothing more than the paperwork at the city hall.

Then Louise spotted Grace, her face brightening into a smile. “Is the room cleaned up? Come down, I think you have a good eye. Help me decide which one looks better on me.”

Grace’s heart sank, and she descended the stairs with heavy steps.

Adkins, it’s your own wedding. Make the decision yourself. After all,

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darkness. Just

face lit up with a delighted smile as she walked over and took the deep plate. She lifted the lid and took a sniff, the rich aroma wafting instantly into the air. Grace’s stomach churned,

was surprised, quickly following, asking, “What’s wrong? Are you

eyes. She looked up at Louise with a bright

she concealed, the more suspicion she’d

believe it.

moment before letting out a crisp laugh. “You can’t fool me. I was just being

went to change

of relief quietly. Thankfully, she hadn’t been found out, but she worried Brian would blame

smile on her face. She

I do for you, Miss Adkins?”

move, so could you wash

in her high heels. That gentle smile of Louise’s made it hard for anyone to

took a deep breath. She had done laundry before,

had three whole suitcases of clothes. Staring at the mountain of clothes in front of her, Grace desperately

“Miss Sherman, you won’t finish washing all these clothes even if you work until dark. Let me help

business.” Louise specifically had her do the washing. If Brian

this wasn’t particularly challenging for Grace. She wiped the sweat from her

was parched and about to stand up to get

out, “Miss Sherman!” before she lost

by the bed. Realizing she was in a hospital, she sat up abruptly. Brian was right beside her, making her anxious. She didn’t know when he had come in, and now she worried if he already

“When did you

stared at her with a cold expression, unsettling Grace.