Falling for My Contractual Wife

Chapter 8

When Louise called his name the third time, Brian finally snapped out of it. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

Louise’s eyes darkened slightly as she smiled. “Nothing, what were you thinking about? Work stuff?”

Brian absentmindedly nodded and softly said, “Yeah.”

“I mentioned earlier, let’s go take wedding photos tomorrow, okay?”

Brian hadn’t really been thinking. He just nodded again. “Sure.”

Louise quietly resumed eating her soup, not saying another word.

Grace didn’t have much luggage, and her clothes were minimal. In less than half an hour, she had packed all her belongings. Carrying the cumbersome suitcase, she carefully guarded her stomach as she descended the stairs.

Seeing her, Melvin immediately rushed to help. “Miss Sherman, let me help you.”

Grace gave a bitter smile. “Melvin, don’t address me like that anymore. From today onwards, I’m living and dining with the staff. I’m just a maid in this house, so just call me Grace.”

Melvin couldn’t bear to look at her, sighed deeply, and ultimately said nothing. He took the suitcase and headed for the servants‘ quarters.

“Miss Sherman, the servants‘ quarters are all shared rooms. There’s still one room unoccupied. It might be more spacious for you to have it all to yourself.”

Grace nodded. “Thank you, Melvin.”

“You don’t need to thank me. Those of us who’ve served many households consider you the best employer we’ve ever had. You never put on airs in front of us and often help with our chores. It’s heartbreaking to see how Mr. Francis is treating you now.”

Grace brushed it off with a smile. “I’m fine, Melvin. Could you help me move another box?”

herself. She just didn’t want to go outside her room again. Running into Brian and Louise was too

a graceful figure walked in, reaching out warmly to grab her arm, asking, “Hey,

her voice calm as she replied, “Just sandwiches.”

Louise said, rolling up her sleeves to pitch in.

Grace, saying, “Brian and I

paused her egg frying.

sharp suit, leaned against the door. Grace’s back turned to him. He couldn’t see her expression but

Her defiance was etched on her face, making his heart skip a beat. He wondered if Grace, used to the soft bed, had a tough time sleeping in the maid’s room last night. Seeing her lost and distant now, he thought, even taking her to the

to join us,

she do by going? There’s so much housework left. She can stay back to clean,” Brian

want to turn and look at him, focusing solely

can manage the chores. Grace isn’t well. She needs some rest. Let her come with us. A little outing might do her good, don’t you

sandwiches to the dining area,

gaze followed her, landing on the

broken pieces. She’d hidden her finger then, and today, she seemed the same, leading him to

reason, this started irking him. Watching Grace go in and out,

with that,” he said finally.

empty eyes devoid of any emotion. Brian felt a tightness in his chest. She’d never looked at him like

the last two cups of milk on the table and said, “I’ll go change,”

biting her lip before turning to Brian. “Brian, was it because we asked Grace to move downstairs yesterday that she’s feeling a bit off? She hasn’t said a word

voice

sat alone in the back seat while Louise sat beside Brian, chatting away intimately. Grace stared out the window, her gaze empty, as if she’d lost her soul, merely a puppet. Upon

with happiness. The store manager personally tended to her, recommending the two most expensive wedding dresses. Louise, holding the gowns, turned to Grace. “Grace, help me

up from her chair and followed

feeling down today? You haven’t said a word.” Louise observed Grace’s