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?”

move the box herself. She just didn’t want to go outside her room again. Running into Brian and Louise

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

stiffened a bit, her voice calm as she replied, “Just

rolling up her sleeves to pitch

saying, “Brian and I are going to try on wedding

paused her

sharp suit, leaned against the door. Grace’s back turned

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 her off if she refused to go. But after waiting a while, she hadn’t reacted.

Want to join us,

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

look at him, focusing solely on

outing might do her good, don’t you think?” Louise’s suggestion seemed reasonable and considerate to anyone listening as if she genuinely cared about

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

gaze followed her, landing on the Band–Aid wrapped

seemed the same, leading him to think

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

with that,”

any emotion. Brian felt a tightness in

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

lip before turning to Brian. “Brian, was it because we asked Grace to move downstairs

up a sandwich, his voice low. “Don’t worry about

out the window, her gaze empty, as if she’d lost her soul, merely a puppet. Upon arrival, Grace followed behind

store manager personally tended to her, recommending the two most

and followed her

said a word.”