Falling for My Contractual Wife

Chapter 6

Melvin didn’t waste any time grabbing the work from her hands. With Melvin’s help, Grace quickly whipped up the beef stew. She didn’t want to head upstairs and witness Brian and Louise being all lovey- dovey, so she sent Melvin up to let them know the food was ready.

Brian led Louise downstairs by the hand into the dining room, where the aroma hit them. Louise sniffed around, picking up on the scent of peanut butter. Brian seated her and sweetly served her some food, but as Louise glanced at her plate, a glint of maliciousness flashed in her eyes.

“What’s wrong? Don’t like it?” Brian asked.

Louise shook her head. “Nope, Grace is a whiz in the kitchen. I smelled the goodness before I even got to the dining room.”

She elegantly scooped up some beef from her plate and brought it to her lips. “Brian, do you like beef stew? I’m not great at making it. Will you hold it against me?” She paused after taking a bite, looking at Brian with a hint of playfulness.

“Of course not! I love anything you cook. But let the help take care of these chores. I don’t want you to be worn out,” Brian said, gazing at her affectionately. Louise giggled and lowered her gaze.

Grace felt the scene painfully saddening, her heart racing. She turned and hurriedly made her way upstairs. After about fifteen minutes or so, the door suddenly burst open! Grace jumped, startled, only to find Brian storming in with an icy expression. He strode over, grabbed Grace by her collar, and pulled her outside.

“What are you doing?” Panic surged within Grace as she instinctively protected her stomach, utterly terrified.

“Seeing the mess you’ve made!” Brian had never been this furious before, but Grace somehow sensed it had something to do with Louise.

He dragged and tossed her in front of Louise, pointing at the table, demanding, “Why did you put peanut butter in there? Don’t you know many folks are allergic to peanuts?”

Louise lay half–propped on the couch, struggling, clutching her throat, with specks of red rashes appearing on her arms.

she was allergic to

anger. “You didn’t know? First time cooking for her, and you didn’t bother to ask about allergies? You think a simple ‘didn’t know‘ excuses

at his face, swallowing her bitterness, and

food, and I

went over and lifted her up. “Why are

like it’s

his gaze darkening as it fell upon Grace’s face, a look that could slice her to

okay! Otherwise, you know what the

Brian would terminate the contract at once,

muttered, “I’m sorry. I’ll remember Miss Adkins‘ likes and dislikes

Louise tugged at his clothes and softly pleaded for Grace. “Brian,

her, “I’ll take you to the

Louise couldn’t have been more different, and that reality stabbed deep into

message. [Don’t even think about harming her, or you’ll suffer a painful

expect Brian to suspect her of deliberately poisoning Louise.

Seeing her state, Melvin became concerned

she said, “Melvin, please set the milk

hesitated before comforting her, “Miss Sherman, are you still upset about what just

forced herself to put on a smile, but it was a smile so bleak at that moment, looking more dismal than a

please drink the milk while it’s warm. It’ll get

took a big gulp of the warm milk. Its strong odor churned her stomach, and after drinking it, she felt a violent upheaval within. She covered her mouth and nose, rushing to