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.

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

was a lavender field in the suburbs. Couples and good–looking people flocked to

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 end up being Louise’s bridesmaid in the future, which

she dwelled on these thoughts, images of the two of them walking into a church flashed in her mind. Grace’s nose stung with bitterness, but she hurriedly pushed those thoughts away. Fortunately, she didn’t have much time to overthink. Soon, a camera

had to leave. Can you lend a hand with

Brian half–squinting at her. Seeing his gaze, Grace felt she had no right to refuse. Though reluctant, she had no choice but to reluctantly stand

to her pregnancy, she had been going makeup–free lately. She hadn’t even applied sunscreen when she left, and within

furrowed his brows slightly. The photographer couldn’t resist giving instructions. “Sir, please keep smiling and avoid

but glance towards another direction involuntarily.

Brian became increasingly distracted. Suddenly,

his arm around Grace’s waist, instinctively calling

his arms, having lost consciousness.

flickered with a momentary cruel gleam, then she anxiously

Brian replied, scooping her up and

the props in her hands, her expression turning grim, before

the passenger seat, and settled

I can take care of her,” Louise suggested,

hesitating momentarily before saying,

sped away. This was the suburbs, and it would take at least half an hour to reach the

care about Grace. If Grace were insignificant to Brian, he wouldn’t be so anxious right now.

about twenty minutes, Grace

“Are you awake?”

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