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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at eight o’clock the following day, Brian called to remind her to come over and deliver breakfast. Grace reluctantly got up

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

if she were the only person in his eyes. Grace’s heart felt numb, as

leave for the office. Before departing, he specifically warned Grace, “Don’t let me catch you

gripped her palms tightly, her long nails digging into her flesh, yet she felt

the corridor, Melvin followed

“Mr. Brian.”

Brian glanced at him

managing to have a bowl of soup, she vomited. Her health has been really poor lately, Mr. Brian. Why don’t you let other maids come and take care of

his gaze long before Melvin finished speaking, his expression indifferent like still water. Only after Melvin had finished speaking did Brian finally turn

didn’t interrupt you just now and let you finish. In the future, take care of your own responsibilities, and

a darkened gaze, appearing to have words on the tip of his tongue but choosing

else can’t take care of her, but when she

dared not say another

entered the elevator and

Grace. Thinking about what

the way home, Melvin suddenly received

have any

f

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

the call. The expression on Melvin’s face finally relaxed. A day off would indeed be good.

days, during which she lost

scorching sun, making it difficult for her to have

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

health indicators. are normal. If you keep going like this, you might lose the baby. What is your husband doing? I see him dressing decently. Can’t

report and couldn’t help but

was the servant who was supposed to take care of others.

pregnant woman in such a terrible condition. The sooner you divorce that husband of

all, he doesn’t know about my pregnancy. It’s not his fault. Maybe the baby in my belly is just too restless, so I can’t eat anything