Falling for My Contractual Wife

Chapter 9

Louise checked herself in the mirror, then glanced at her back. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw no blood. “It’s okay, no bleeding,” she said softly.

Brian, looking really grim, was angry at Grace. “You can’t even handle this small thing. What else can you do?” he said fiercely.

“Brian, I said it’s okay, please leave!” Louise pushed him out of the dressing room.

“Thanks. I’m really not good at this. Maybe let the shop assistant help you,” Grace said awkwardly, looking at Louise.

“Don’t worry. It’s not a big deal. I’m not mad. Honestly, I’d really like to be friends with you. Would you be my bridesmaid?” Louise held onto her, smiling openly.

Louise’s eyes were earnest, making it seem like she truly wanted Grace as her bridesmaid.

Grace felt a stabbing pain in her heart, glanced away, and said softly, “Let’s talk about it later.”

“Okay,” Louise replied, a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

After changing into the wedding dress, Louise stepped out, blushing, and asked Brian, “Do I look good?”

Brian stood up and walked over, gently holding her shoulder. “You look great in anything,” he said tenderly, turning her towards the full–length mirror, lifting a few stray strands from her neck and shoulder.

Suddenly, he noticed Grace’s slender figure in the mirror. He paused for a couple of seconds and then looked away.

They were so busy with the upcoming photo shoot that they barely had time for lunch. Louise ordered takeout after picking out the dresses. Grace was starving after a busy morning, but the smell of fried food made her uncomfortable. Coincidentally, Louise insisted on sharing two chicken legs with her.

didn’t eat now, she might pass out in the afternoon. So she gritted her

the suburbs. Couples and good–looking people flocked to

She couldn’t help but feel the irony. Brian, her husband, was now taking photos with another woman, while she, his true wife, could only sit by, observing their affectionate photo session. Adding to that, Grace might

of them walking into a church flashed in her mind. Grace’s nose stung with bitterness, but she hurriedly pushed those

leave. Can you

refuse. Though reluctant, she had no

into her eyes, making it hard for her to keep them open. Due to her pregnancy, she had been going makeup–free lately. She hadn’t even applied sunscreen when she left, and within

Grace’s condition, and he furrowed his brows slightly. The photographer couldn’t resist

couldn’t help but glance towards another direction involuntarily. Unsure if it was his imagination, he felt as if Grace might

get him to focus on the camera, but Brian became increasingly distracted. Suddenly, his peripheral vision caught Grace’s frail body swaying, and the lighting board

his arm

his arms,

a momentary cruel gleam, then she

replied, scooping her up and heading swiftly

the props in her hands, her expression

ahead, opened the passenger seat, and settled her in, fastening

sit in the back. I’ll sit with her so I can take care

frowned deeply, hesitating momentarily before saying,

it would take at least half an hour to reach the hospital. Brian himself hadn’t noticed how fast he

fists in silence. At that moment, she understood that Brian must deeply care about Grace. If Grace were insignificant to Brian, he wouldn’t be so anxious right now. Realizing this, Louise gazed at

about twenty minutes, Grace slowly

“Are you awake?”

perfectly made–up face. Grace slowly sat up and looked out