Falling for My Contractual Wife

Louise brought the final dish to the table, smiling brightly at Brian. She served him soup and helped him with the food. After siping the fish soup, Louise eagerly awaited his response and asked, "How is it?" Brian nodded. "Yes, it's delicious."

Brian suddenly remembered that he hadn't eaten at home in a long time. Ever since Grace left, he rarely ate alone. Now, sitting here, Brian felt like something was missing. He lowered his head and took another sip of soup, feeling like it lacked something. Finally, he understood. It was missing Grace's unique and delicious touch.

Brian's gaze faltered for a moment. Louise noticed him spacing out and waved her hand in front of him. "Brian, what's wrong?"

Brian shook his head. "Nothing."

Louise pursed her lip and suddenly scratched her sleeve. A blister appeared on her fair skin.

Brian's eyes flashed with concern as he nervously asked, "What happened?"

Louise pouted at him. "I accidentally got burned by oil while frying the fish just now."

Brian frowned. "Why didn't you say so earlier? Are you trying to act tough? His reproachful tone carried a hint of tenderness.

Tears welled up in Louise's eyes. "I wanted to finish cooking... Being able to cook for someone you care about is the greatest happiness."

Brian affectionately patted her head. "You silly. Forget it, you shouldn't cook anymore in the future. Let the servants handle it."

little burn from the oil. I can handle

sighed. "Alright, let's eat first. After that,

"Okay!" Louise nodded vigorously.

she held the fork and sighed. He set down his fork and

immense joy in her heart. The small injury she had just received in the kitchen

find Carson and Austin missing. Worried, she called Carson,

been a few days. How can he be

"Dad doesn't want to spend money on

wait for me; I'll be there immediately," Grace said

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rushed over. "Dad, your injury hasn't healed yet. How can you be

and scolding, "You ungrateful wretch! How do you expect your father to

shouted irritably,

a waste of money! Grace has already paid the hospital fees! How much more money

this minor injury at home. It's not

you be so careless? What if something goes wrong while you're recovering at home? Do you still want to work

Grace exclaimed.

"Are all those pretty words going to

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