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.

because she was pregnant. The entire room was filled with a fragrant smell as soon as the box was

stared at

rumbled, sounding clear in the

frowned, and his expression

eat, but

turned her head to look at

retracted her gaze and lowered

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

coffee table.

was cold. Without a word, she took out iodophor and disinfected his

not gentle, even rough. She picked up his wrist and wiped

in pain and asked through his gritted teeth, "Grace Sherman, do you want to murder your

many times do you want me to remind you?" Brian pursed his lips and realized

his eyes and did not say anything

Brian's wrist. Then she threw the things

did not expect her to do so. He

Bang!