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.

Grace ordered was more nutritious because she was pregnant. The entire room was filled

at her without

rumbled, sounding clear

frowned, and his expression darkened

want to eat, but his

turned her head

gaze and lowered her head

and walked to Brian's side. She opened the first aid kit. Seeing Grace seemed to be

coffee table.

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

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

and asked through his gritted teeth, "Grace Sherman,

you want me to remind you?" Brian pursed his lips and realized he had yet to engrave the fact they were already divorced into

lowered his eyes and

the things aside and got up to go to her

not expect her to do so. He

Bang!