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?”

box herself. She just didn’t want to go outside

second day, Grace was still in the kitchen making breakfast. Suddenly, a graceful figure walked in, reaching out warmly to grab her arm, asking, “Hey, Grace, what’s cooking

her voice calm as she

up her sleeves to pitch

“Brian and I are going to try on wedding dresses

paused her

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

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

Want to join

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

want to turn and look at him, focusing solely

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

turned slowly, carrying a plate of sandwiches to the dining area, seemingly unconcerned about their conversation. She didn’t even glance at Brian.

her, landing on the Band–Aid wrapped around her finger.

been from yesterday when she picked up the broken pieces. She’d hidden her finger then, and today, she seemed the same, leading him to think she might be upset

this started irking him. Watching Grace go in and out, completely ignoring him, made his frustration surge like a growing

with that,” he

reacted, looking at him with empty eyes devoid of any emotion. Brian felt

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

asked Grace to move downstairs yesterday that

voice low. “Don’t worry about her.”

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 arrival, Grace followed behind the couple into the gown store.

her, recommending the two most expensive wedding dresses. Louise, holding the gowns,

silently stood up from her chair and followed her

today? You haven’t said a word.” Louise