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.

large barrel from the kitchen, using it as a

was cleaned away by her crawling. It

Brian hesitated to let Grace climb alone, fearing the rickety

it, he followed her

through a soaked wall. The roof tiles

wall would definitely collapse

a hazard. What exactly are we after? I can help move stuff down so we can search safely,"

wooden box, Grace

some effort, Grace pried open the box,

clothes, aged but recognizable by their delicate pink hue and

been left intact for so many years. She heard her younger brother had used this swaddling cloth too. Brian watched as Grace carefully stowed them away,

Grace rolled her eyes.

hoping for something more exciting from

through the

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Chapter 334

Brian heard a faint but ominous sound of