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.

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

a lavender field in the suburbs. Couples and good–looking people flocked to this place, yet Brian and Louise stood out as the most eye–catching pair among them

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

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

and had to leave. Can you lend a hand with

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

accidentally seeping 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 half an hour, her face had turned bright red from the

brows slightly. The photographer couldn’t

help but glance towards another direction involuntarily. Unsure if it was his

distracted. Suddenly,

furrowed his brow, immediately wrapping his arm around Grace’s waist, instinctively calling

collapsed into his arms, having lost consciousness.

gleam, then she anxiously asked, “What

Brian replied, scooping her up and heading swiftly out

her expression turning grim, before

passenger seat, and settled

the back. I’ll sit with her so I can take care of her,” Louise suggested,

frowned deeply, hesitating momentarily before saying,

was the suburbs, and it would take at least half an hour to reach the

insignificant to Brian, he wouldn’t be so anxious

minutes, Grace slowly regained

“Are you awake?”

Louise’s perfectly made–up face. Grace slowly sat up and looked