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 and ate the two chicken legs despite the discomfort in her

flocked to this place, yet Brian

corner, watching Brian and Louise pose for the camera with sweet smiles, just like a prince and princess from a fairytale. She couldn’t help but feel the irony. Brian, her husband, was now taking photos with another

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,

leave. Can you

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

eyes, making it hard for her to keep them open. Due to her pregnancy, she

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

facial changes, but after a while, he couldn’t help but glance towards another direction

the camera, but Brian became increasingly distracted. Suddenly, his peripheral vision caught Grace’s frail body swaying, and

arm around

into his arms, having lost

cruel gleam, then she anxiously asked, “What happened to her?”

up and heading

her hands, her expression turning grim, before hastily

thought, Brian carried her ahead, opened the passenger seat, and settled her in,

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

momentarily

an

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 Grace beside her, her expression

about twenty minutes, Grace slowly

“Are you awake?”

saw Louise’s perfectly made–up