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 heart

pulled Grace to his car and opened the passenger door for

into the car and sat down,

her

of

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.

opened the car door and walked in

her before he had parked

sat in a booth by the window. The waiter brought the menu. She swiftly ordered a few dishes

serving of

never once looked at Brian as if

was fixed on

to 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 for a long time, could

draped over her shoulders. Under her red coat was a knitted

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

to talk to Brian, so she picked