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?”

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

making breakfast. Suddenly, a graceful figure walked in, reaching out warmly to grab her arm, asking, “Hey,

stiffened a bit, her voice calm as she replied,

help you,” Louise said, rolling up her

and turned to Grace, saying, “Brian and I are going to

paused her egg

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

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

Want to join us,

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

to turn and look at him, focusing solely on her

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

the dining area, seemingly unconcerned about their

followed her, landing on the Band–Aid wrapped

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

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

let’s go with that,” he

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

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

because we asked Grace to move downstairs yesterday that she’s feeling

picked up a sandwich, his voice low. “Don’t worry about her.”

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

personally tended to her, recommending the two most expensive wedding

her chair and followed her

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