Falling for My Contractual Wife

Brian furrowed his brow slightly, his gaze fixed on the top of her head as he made his way inside.

Three seats separated them.

Grace kept her head tilted toward Brian the entire time, propping it up with her hand, so he couldn't even see her profile.

Brian glanced at his hand, and his mind flashed back to what happened just now.

As the movie officially started, he gathered his thoughts and focused on the screen.

The movie had been meticulously crafted under Grace's supervision, with stringent requirements for the actors' performances and the plot, resulting in an overall impressive viewing experience. The comic was based on many real-life events from Grace's life, and certain scenes brought tears to her eyes.

By the end, tears streamed down her face, and she intermittently sniffed as the tears flowed.

Brian glanced sideways and then surveyed the other moviegoers, who were all engrossed in the film. Yet, the only person visibly moved to tears was the woman in the hat.

As the movie concluded and the credits rolled, the audience dispersed.

Grace and Brian remained, the only two occupants left in the theater.

In the final moments of the credits, Grace's pen name and Brian's name slowly ascended from the bottom of the screen side by side.

Grace's tears instantly ran down her cheeks.

Brian stood up and exited the theater. Grace noticed him approaching, lowered her head, moved her legs aside, and let him pass. However, Brian paused before leaving, pulled out a tissue, and handed it to her.

"Thank you," Grace whispered as she accepted it.

Brian then left.

She sat alone in the theater for a long time before getting up to leave.

As she descended to the ground floor of the mall, she noticed Brian standing by the entrance.

Grace hesitated and glanced out of the door, realizing it was pouring rain outside.

brought an

had caught many unprepared, with a crowd huddled by the doorway, some with umbrellas hesitant to venture

all discreetly looked at Brian, snapping photos with their phones

and positioned

that even if she took a taxi, she would have to pass through the plaza in front of the mall. By the time she made it to the road, she would likely be soaked to the skin. Grace pondered her options and decided to wait

approached and shyly asked,

her and replied in a low voice, "I'm

married! So I still have

displeasure evident

could hear Brian's

cold, the girl and her friends

mall yelled, "Catch

looked back and saw a masked man rushing out of the

with some pushing and shoving, Grace stumbled a few steps and fell heavily into the

the street. Grace frowned and attempted to rise when an umbrella appeared

her

froze, their eyes meeting briefly, before she quickly got

of the road, trying

standing next to him, asked, "Mr. Francis, shall I go give the

the umbrella, a taxi pulled up, and

Brian, saying with a smile, "Mr. Francis, the young lady

brow furrowing slightly. He put his hand on his chest.

and unconsciously wanted to catch up with her just as

seeing the name flashing on

delicate voice from the other end. "Brian,

voice came out hoarse. "No,

a bit scared. Could you come over and keep me

briefly before replying,

at the door. He parked his car nearby. She hurried over and linked her arm with his. Brian gently stroked her head, asking, "What's made you so

embrace endearingly.

him to a chair, seating herself on his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. "Brian, your mom has set a wedding date for us.

together, his dark eyes betraying a swirling mix of