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.

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

to his car and opened the passenger door

stooped into the car and sat down, holding

gaze landed on her

of

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 it. Brian drove aimlessly on the street. He stopped the car when

the car door and walked

her before he had parked

The waiter brought the menu. She swiftly ordered a few dishes and pushed the menu to him sitting opposite her. "Do you

serving of shrimp

window. She never once looked at Brian as if he, opposite her,

was fixed

a slight growth of flesh on both sides of her cheeks, which was not

over her shoulders. Under her red

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

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