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.

but Louise was adamant. Grace thought if she didn’t eat now, she might pass out in the afternoon. So

spot for the photoshoot was a lavender field in the suburbs. Couples and good–looking people flocked to this place, yet Brian and Louise stood out

prince and princess from a fairytale. 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 end up being Louise’s bridesmaid in the future, which made the situation even more ironic in her

in her mind. Grace’s nose stung with bitterness, but she hurriedly pushed those thoughts away. Fortunately, she didn’t have much time

had an emergency and had to leave. Can you lend a hand with the lighting?”

she had no right to refuse. Though reluctant, she had no choice but to reluctantly stand up and join

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 half an

his brows slightly. The photographer couldn’t

help but glance towards another direction involuntarily. Unsure if it was his imagination, he felt as if Grace might collapse

distracted. Suddenly, his peripheral vision caught Grace’s frail body swaying, and the lighting board slipped from

immediately wrapping his arm around Grace’s

into his arms, having lost consciousness.

a momentary cruel gleam, then she anxiously asked, “What

her up and heading swiftly out of

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

much thought, Brian carried her ahead, opened the passenger

her sit in the back. I’ll sit with her so I can take care of her,” Louise suggested, squinting as she watched his

frowned deeply, hesitating momentarily before saying,

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

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

minutes, Grace slowly regained consciousness.

“Are you awake?”

Grace opened her eyes, she saw Louise’s perfectly made–up face. Grace slowly sat up