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?”

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

the second day, Grace was still in the kitchen making breakfast. Suddenly, a graceful figure walked in, reaching out

stiffened a bit, her voice calm as she replied,

rolling up her sleeves to pitch

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

her

other side, Brian, in his sharp suit, leaned against the door. Grace’s back turned to him. He couldn’t see her expression but could

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

join us, huh?”

left. She can stay back

to turn and look at him,

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

sandwiches to the dining area, seemingly unconcerned about

landing on the

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

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

go with that,” he said

of any emotion. Brian felt

last two cups of milk on the table and

turning to Brian. “Brian, was it because we asked Grace to move downstairs yesterday that she’s

his voice

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,

the two most expensive wedding dresses. Louise, holding the gowns, turned to Grace. “Grace, help me try these on,

her chair and followed her into

You haven’t said a word.” Louise