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?”

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

figure walked in, reaching out warmly to grab her arm, asking, “Hey,

calm as she replied,

rolling up her sleeves to pitch

and I are going to try on wedding dresses

paused her egg

Grace’s back turned to him. He couldn’t see her expression but could tell she’d

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

Want to join us, huh?”

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

look at him,

some rest. Let her come with us. A little outing might do her good, don’t you

to the dining area, seemingly unconcerned

gaze followed her, landing on the Band–Aid wrapped

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 and deliberately going against him. It was the first time

started irking him. Watching Grace go in and out, completely ignoring him, made

go with that,” he said

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

cups of milk on the table and said, “I’ll

was it because we asked Grace to move downstairs yesterday that she’s feeling a bit off? She hasn’t said a word to

sandwich, his voice

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

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

stood up from her chair and

you feeling down today? You haven’t said a word.” Louise observed Grace’s reflection