Falling for My Contractual Wife

Chapter 334

Grace spent some time sharpening the blade until it sliced through weeds effortlessly.

Brian, worried about making a fool of himself, ditched the showing off and stuck close to Grace. As Grace tackled the door, he kept a vigilant eye on the surroundings.

After some effort, the stubborn lock finally gave way. Grace pushed the creaky old door open, revealing the somewhat eerie emptiness of the central room. Disdain etched Brian's face as he took in the dark, abandoned space. The musty smell only added to the gloom.

Undeterred, Grace strode into the room and headed for the bedroom once occupied by Daisy and Frederick Sherman. This was where the box was stashed.

In those days, houses had elevated floors, with bedrooms divided by wooden planks serving as makeshift storage.

But the stairs were gone. She had to find something to stand up on to crawl up.

Brian's frown deepened. 'Can anyone really live in such a place? It seems like the perfect hideout for creepy crawlies, Brian thought.

Just thinking about it gave him goosebumps.

"Just what are we looking for? I'll lend a hand," he offered.

Brian, Grace fetched a large barrel from the kitchen, using it as a makeshift step stool to reach the

Grace's path was cleaned away by her crawling.

climb

it, he followed her

noticed rain seeping through a soaked

would

after? I can help move stuff

box,

the box, revealing its contents

bottom lay swaddling clothes, aged but recognizable by their delicate pink hue

younger brother had used this swaddling cloth too. Brian watched as Grace carefully stowed them away, treating them like precious relics. "Is this what you've been searching for?"

Grace rolled her eyes.

was hoping for something more

continued rifling through the

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Chapter 334

Brian heard a faint