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

cooking for her, and you

at his face, swallowing her bitterness, and apologized to Louise, “I’m

all this food, and I couldn’t just say no. Besides, I

went over and lifted her up. “Why are you being so

look like it’s all your fault!”

his gaze darkening as it fell upon Grace’s face,

she’s okay! Otherwise, you

meant. If anything happened to Louise because of this, Brian would terminate the contract at once, and

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

and softly pleaded for Grace. “Brian, please don’t be so harsh

“I’ll take you

figure in a daze. His attitude toward her and Louise couldn’t have been more different, and that reality stabbed

think about harming her,

She didn’t expect Brian to suspect her of deliberately poisoning Louise.

lost, she turned and headed upstairs. Seeing her state, Melvin became concerned and

said, “Melvin, please set the milk down

comforting her, “Miss Sherman, are you still upset about

a smile so bleak at that moment, looking more dismal than a crying face. “I’m not upset. I’m living well here. What’s there

drink the milk while it’s warm. It’ll get cold soon, and your health

she felt a