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?”

didn’t want to go outside her room again. Running into Brian and Louise was too painful for

day, Grace was still in the kitchen making breakfast. Suddenly, a graceful figure walked in, reaching out warmly to grab her arm,

voice calm

up her

“Brian and I are going to try on wedding dresses today.

paused her egg

leaned against the door. Grace’s back turned

to 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.

to join us, huh?”

housework left. She

turn and look at him,

do her good, don’t you think?” Louise’s suggestion seemed reasonable and considerate to anyone listening

to the dining area, seemingly unconcerned about their conversation. She didn’t even glance at

landing on the

must’ve 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

out, completely ignoring him, made his frustration surge like

go with that,”

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

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

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

voice low. “Don’t worry about her.”

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.

spirits, her face radiant with happiness. The store manager personally tended to her, recommending the two most expensive wedding dresses.

from her chair and followed her into the fitting room.

today? You haven’t said a