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?”

that she was too lazy to move the box herself. She just didn’t want to go outside her room again. Running

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

calm as

rolling up her sleeves to pitch

and I are going to try on wedding dresses today. Want to come

paused her

back turned to him. He couldn’t

the servant’s room. 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 gown store wouldn’t change a thing. In that instant, he thought he’d let

to join

There’s so much housework left. She can stay back to clean,” Brian suddenly spoke

turn and look at him,

Melvin 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 think?” Louise’s suggestion seemed reasonable and

area, seemingly unconcerned about their conversation. She didn’t

followed her, landing on the

finger then, and today, she seemed the same, leading him to think she might be upset and deliberately going

Grace go in and out, completely ignoring him, made his frustration surge

with that,”

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

the table and said, “I’ll go change,” before turning away

to Brian. “Brian, was it because we asked Grace to move downstairs yesterday that she’s feeling a bit off? She hasn’t

voice low.

sat alone in the back seat while Louise sat beside Brian, chatting away intimately. Grace stared out the window, her gaze empty, as

to her, recommending the two most expensive

from her chair and followed her into the fitting

feeling down today? You haven’t said a word.”