Falling for My Contractual Wife

Chapter 8

When Louise called his name the third time, Brian finally snapped out of it. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

Louise’s eyes darkened slightly as she smiled. “Nothing, what were you thinking about? Work stuff?”

Brian absentmindedly nodded and softly said, “Yeah.”

“I mentioned earlier, let’s go take wedding photos tomorrow, okay?”

Brian hadn’t really been thinking. He just nodded again. “Sure.”

Louise quietly resumed eating her soup, not saying another word.

Grace didn’t have much luggage, and her clothes were minimal. In less than half an hour, she had packed all her belongings. Carrying the cumbersome suitcase, she carefully guarded her stomach as she descended the stairs.

Seeing her, Melvin immediately rushed to help. “Miss Sherman, let me help you.”

Grace gave a bitter smile. “Melvin, don’t address me like that anymore. From today onwards, I’m living and dining with the staff. I’m just a maid in this house, so just call me Grace.”

Melvin couldn’t bear to look at her, sighed deeply, and ultimately said nothing. He took the suitcase and headed for the servants‘ quarters.

“Miss Sherman, the servants‘ quarters are all shared rooms. There’s still one room unoccupied. It might be more spacious for you to have it all to yourself.”

Grace nodded. “Thank you, Melvin.”

“You don’t need to thank me. Those of us who’ve served many households consider you the best employer we’ve ever had. You never put on airs in front of us and often help with our chores. It’s heartbreaking to see how Mr. Francis is treating you now.”

Grace brushed it off with a smile. “I’m fine, Melvin. Could you help me move another box?”

the box herself. She just didn’t want to

in the kitchen making breakfast. Suddenly, a graceful figure walked in, reaching out warmly

voice calm

Louise said, rolling up her

toasted bread in the oven and turned to Grace, saying, “Brian and I are going to try on wedding dresses today. Want to

paused her

against the door. Grace’s back turned to him. He couldn’t see her

his mind when he’d asked her to move to the servant’s room. Her defiance was etched on her face, making his heart skip a beat. He wondered if Grace, used to the soft bed, had a tough time sleeping in the maid’s room last night. Seeing her lost and distant now, he thought, even taking

Want to join

housework left. She

want to turn and look at him, focusing solely

do

a plate of sandwiches to the dining area, seemingly unconcerned about their conversation. She didn’t even

on the Band–Aid wrapped around

broken pieces. She’d hidden her finger then, and today, she seemed the same, leading him to think she might be upset

and out, completely ignoring

let’s go with that,” he

empty eyes devoid of any emotion. Brian felt a

of milk on the table

Grace’s back, biting her lip before turning to Brian. “Brian, was it because we asked Grace to move downstairs yesterday that she’s feeling a

up a sandwich, his voice low. “Don’t worry about her.”

breakfast, they headed to the gown store. Grace sat alone in the back seat while Louise sat beside Brian, chatting away intimately. Grace stared out the window, her gaze empty, as if she’d lost her soul, merely a puppet. Upon arrival, Grace followed behind

tended to her, recommending the two most expensive wedding dresses. Louise, holding the gowns, turned to Grace. “Grace,

and followed her into

feeling down today? You haven’t said a word.” Louise observed