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

car and sat down, holding

landed on her belly, and his vision

around the front of the car

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

opened the car door and walked

after her before he had parked his

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

of shrimp

water and looked out of the window. She never once

gaze was fixed on

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

her shoulders. Under her red coat was a knitted

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

served soon. Grace did not want to talk to Brian, so she picked up the