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?”

wasn’t that she was too lazy to move the box herself. She just didn’t want to go outside

Suddenly, a graceful figure walked in, reaching out warmly to grab

bit, her voice calm as

up her sleeves to pitch

the oven and turned to Grace, saying, “Brian and I are going to try on wedding dresses

her egg frying.

back turned to him. He couldn’t see her expression

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. 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

to join us, huh?”

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

and look at him, focusing solely

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 considerate to anyone listening as if she genuinely cared about Grace.

dining area, seemingly unconcerned about their conversation. She

gaze followed her, landing on the

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

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

let’s go with that,” he said

with empty eyes devoid of any emotion. Brian felt a tightness in his chest. She’d never

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

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

sandwich, his voice

headed to the gown store. Grace sat 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

two most expensive wedding

silently stood up from her chair and followed her into the

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