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 painful

a graceful figure walked in, reaching out warmly to grab her arm, asking, “Hey, Grace, what’s cooking

voice calm as she replied, “Just sandwiches.”

rolling up her sleeves to

turned to Grace, saying, “Brian and I are going to try on wedding dresses today. Want to come along?”

her egg frying.

in his sharp suit, leaned against the door. Grace’s back turned to him. He couldn’t see

time sleeping in the maid’s room last night. Seeing her lost and distant now, he thought, even taking her to the gown store wouldn’t change a thing. In that instant, he thought he’d let her off if she refused to go. But after waiting a while,

Want to join us,

going? There’s so much housework left. She can stay back

turn and look at him,

rest. Let her come with us. A little outing might do her good, don’t you think?” Louise’s suggestion seemed reasonable and considerate to anyone listening as if

slowly, carrying a plate of sandwiches to the dining area, seemingly

the Band–Aid

pieces. She’d hidden her finger then, and today, she seemed the same, leading him to think she might be upset and deliberately going against him. It was the first time Grace

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

that,” he said finally.

Brian felt a tightness in his chest. She’d never looked

the table and said, “I’ll go change,”

because we asked Grace to move downstairs

up a sandwich, his voice

to the gown store. Grace 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.

the two most expensive wedding dresses. Louise, holding the gowns, turned to Grace. “Grace, help me try

up from her chair and followed her into the

down today? You haven’t said