Falling for My Contractual Wife

Chapter 17

Grace felt a stabbing pain in her heart. No matter how much she did or how tired she became, it didn’t matter to her. What hurt her the most was Brian’s lack of trust and his cold words.

She dragged her weary body back to the Francis estate.

Melvin, who hadn’t gone to bed yet, hurried over with concern when he saw her pale face. “Miss Sherman, how are you?”

Grace collapsed onto the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling in a state of exhaustion.

Seeing her silence, Melvin quietly walked to the kitchen and served her a bowl of chicken soup.

“Miss Sherman, this is specially made for you. It’s made from an old hen brought in from the countryside. Please have some,” said Melvin.

“Melvin, thank you, but I’m not in the mood for drinking soup right now.” Grace finally moved her eyes.

Melvin insisted with concern. “You’ve had a tiring day; you should have some.”

Grace didn’t want to refuse Melvin’s kind gesture any longer. She sat up, took the chicken soup from his hands, held her breath, and took a big sip, finishing it in one go.

The rich chicken soup flavor surged up her throat just as she swallowed. She quickly covered her mouth, rushed to the bathroom, and vomited out the contents of her stomach.

Melvin was quite alarmed. “Miss Sherman, why are you vomiting again? I’ll call Mr. Brian right away,” he exclaimed.

“No need, Melvin. I’m fine. I’m just tired and need some rest,” Grace hastily reassured, grabbing his arm.

At this moment, Brian was accompanying Louise. If Melvin called to inform him, it would likely only elicit his mockery rather than concern.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Melvin sighed deeply.

“It’s my own body, and I know how I feel. Thank you, Melvin,” replied Grace.

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following day, Brian called to remind her to

pitched in to help. After preparing breakfast, both he and Grace went to the hospital

the hospital room door, Grace watched as Brian fed Louise breakfast as if she were the only person in his eyes. Grace’s heart felt numb, as if it had already lost its

to leave for the office. Before departing, he specifically

her palms tightly, her long nails digging into her flesh, yet

to the corridor, Melvin

“Mr. Brian.”

matter?” Brian glanced at him and

a bowl of soup, she vomited. Her health has been really poor lately, Mr. Brian. Why

had averted his gaze long before Melvin finished speaking, his expression indifferent like still water. Only after

interrupt you just now and let you finish. In the future, take care

appearing to have words on the tip of

care of her, but

say

the elevator

of Grace. Thinking about what Brian had just

the way home, Melvin suddenly received a call from

Brian, do you have any

f

treatment of the Francis family’s servants, give her a day off on the weekend,” Brian instructed.

that, he promptly ended the call. The expression on Melvin’s face

for three days, during which she lost

day, she toiled under the scorching sun, making it difficult for her to have a

slimmed down, and even her jawline had become sharper. Enduring until the weekend, she finally had time

are normal. If you keep going like this, you might lose the baby. What is your husband doing? I

Ford looked at the examination report

bit her lip. After all, she was the servant who

on the examination report, becoming increasingly upset. “I’ve never seen a pregnant woman

he doesn’t know about my pregnancy. It’s not his fault. Maybe the baby in my belly is