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.

dry. Her gaze fell on their intertwined

and opened the passenger

into the car and sat down,

landed on her belly, and his

of the car and got

as she got into the car. She knew Brian had a habit of slamming on the accelerators to start the car when he was in 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

car door

he had

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

serving of

of the window. She never once looked at Brian as if he,

gaze was

her cheeks, which was not noticeable. However, Brian, who had not seen her for a long time, could still

over her shoulders. Under

and long black hair were in sharp contrast to her red coat, bright

did not want to talk to