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

breakfast. Suddenly, a graceful figure walked in, reaching out warmly to

a bit, her voice calm as she replied, “Just sandwiches.”

rolling up her sleeves to

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

paused her

other side, Brian, in his sharp suit, leaned against the door. Grace’s back turned

Grace, used to the soft bed, had a tough time sleeping in the maid’s room last

Want to join us,

There’s so much housework left. She can stay back to clean,” Brian suddenly spoke

at him, focusing solely on her

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

turned slowly, carrying a plate of sandwiches to the dining area, seemingly unconcerned about their conversation. She didn’t even glance

the

she seemed the same, leading him to think she might be upset and deliberately going against him. It was the first time Grace

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

go with that,” he said finally.

any emotion. Brian felt a tightness in his chest. She’d

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

watched Grace’s back, biting her lip before turning to Brian. “Brian, was it because we asked Grace to move downstairs yesterday that she’s feeling a bit off? She hasn’t said a

a sandwich, his voice low.

out the window, her gaze empty, as if she’d lost her soul, merely a

the two most expensive wedding dresses. Louise, holding

her chair and followed her

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