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?”

to go outside her room again. Running

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

a bit, her voice calm as she replied,

you,” Louise said, rolling up her sleeves to pitch in.

Grace, saying, “Brian and I are going to try on wedding dresses today. Want to come along?”

paused her

leaned against the door. Grace’s back turned to him. He couldn’t see her expression but could

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

she do by going? There’s so much housework left. She

to turn and look at him, focusing

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

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

on the

seemed the same, leading him to think she might be upset and deliberately going against

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

with that,” he said finally.

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

placed the last two cups of milk on the table

to move downstairs yesterday that she’s

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

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,

her, recommending the two most expensive wedding dresses. Louise, holding the gowns, turned to Grace. “Grace, help me

and followed her into the

said a