Falling for My Contractual Wife

The shocking wound made Grace gasp.

Grace frowned and looked at him. Her cold tone was filled with reproach. "Are you out of your mind?"

"I guess so." Brian stared at her face gloomily.

Grace knew that she could not escape this time. Brian had swaggered into her room.

Grace massaged her temples, closed the door, and turned back inside. She walked straight to the cabinet, took out the first aid kit, and threw it before Brian. "Do it yourself."

Initially, Brian did not want to treat his wounds. However, when he saw her coldly throw the first aid kit before him, he rolled his eyes and looked at her solemnly. He raised his hand. "How can I bandage it with one hand? Don't forget that you were the one who clipped it for me. Don't you have to be responsible?"

Grace did not even look at him. She carried the takeout to the table and said, "Whatever. I want to eat now."

It was already past mealtime, and her stomach was rumbling with hunger.

Brian sat aside and looked at her.

entire room was filled with a fragrant smell as soon as

at her

sounding clear in the

his expression darkened

but his stomach gave him

head to look at

retracted her gaze and lowered

food and walked to Brian's side. She opened the first aid kit. Seeing Grace seemed to be preparing to treat his wounds, Brian cooperated and raised his leg, placing it

coffee table.

word, she took out iodophor

She picked up his wrist and wiped it hard twice over his wound in a vindictive sort of

his gritted teeth, "Grace Sherman, do you

"Brian Francis! Have you lost your memory? We divorced a long time ago. How many times do you want me to remind you?" Brian pursed his lips and realized he had yet to engrave

lowered his eyes and

the things aside and got up

expect her to do so.

Bang!