Falling for My Contractual Wife

Contractual Wife 419

Chapter 419

Vivian said, "What do you mean? What's wrong with giving birth After giving birth, you should..."

"Vivian!" Grace called out to her.

Vivian wanted to say something, but Grace gave her a reassuring look, so she could only shut her mouth.

Grace looked at Louise and looked down at the clothes in her hand. Then, she nodded in admiration. "Mrs. Francis, your taste is really good. However, I can't bring out the effect of this dress. It has to rely on a natural model like you to bring out its beauty. Since you're so picky, let Mr. Francis buy it for you?"

After saying that, she glanced at Brian. "Mr. Francis, your fiancée likes this dress very much."

Louise's expression was a little ugly. She felt like she had shot herself in the foot.

Just as she was about to find an excuse to leave, Brian had already taken out his bank card and said, "Buy it if you like it."

Seeing this, Vivian also echoed, "Mr. Francis, you really don't understand how women shop. How can women not try it on before buying it? Aren't girlfriends and boyfriends going shopping just to hear a compliment when they're trying on clothes? Otherwise, what's the point of shopping? You might as well buy it online. Grace, don't you think so?"

and nodded. It was the kind of smile that came from the bottom of her heart when

at her smiling face and was slightly dazed. He said, "Louise, go and try

but to carry the clothes into

walked

Vivian both praised, "Mrs. Francis, you look so good in this dress. It outlines your figure so well. It's as

Just by looking at her back, Louise

this dress, Brian really couldn't bring himself to praise

at Brian with a smile. "Mr. Francis, have you been stunned speechless by your

Brian's eyes. She wished she could

only say, "Louise. If you like it very

Louise felt speechless.

looked at each other and smiled. They said goodbye

hurried into Brian's office and whispered something

his computer and said in a low voice,

later, Grace entered

and asked, "Mr. Francis, why are you