Falling for My Contractual Wife

"I want you to deliver them!" Brian stared at Grace relentlessly.

Grace slammed her palm on the cashier counter. "Brian Francis, are you done?" Brian stared at her face hard. "You have to give me an explanation."

He raised his hand and glanced at his wristwatch. "Let's have dinner and talk."

Grace took a deep breath. She knew Brian would stay here all day if she did not go out with him.

"Okay, let's go."

Tina looked at her worriedly. "Miss Grace, are you going out with him?"

Grace comforted her. "I'm fine. Please take care of the shop."

"Alright." Tina pursed her lips and glared at Brian. A man that even a nice person like Grace hated couldn't be a nice man!

Grace walked out, and Brian grabbed her hand.

still warm and dry. Her gaze fell on their intertwined hands, and her

car and

the car and sat down, holding her

landed on her belly, and

around the front of

a bad mood. However, he did not this time. Instead, he started the car steadily. Even when he stepped on the brake at the red light on the road, he was so light that she could hardly feel it. Brian drove aimlessly on

car door

after her before he had parked

the window. The waiter brought the menu. She swiftly ordered a few dishes and pushed the menu to him sitting

serving of shrimp

drank water and looked out of the window. She never once looked at Brian as if he, opposite her, were

Brian's gaze was fixed

be tanner than before. There was a slight growth of flesh on both sides of her cheeks, which was not noticeable. However, Brian, who had not seen

her shoulders. Under her red coat was a knitted

and long black hair were in sharp contrast

Grace did not want to talk to Brian, so she picked up the fork and