Falling for My Contractual Wife

Chapter 17

Grace felt a stabbing pain in her heart. No matter how much she did or how tired she became, it didn’t matter to her. What hurt her the most was Brian’s lack of trust and his cold words.

She dragged her weary body back to the Francis estate.

Melvin, who hadn’t gone to bed yet, hurried over with concern when he saw her pale face. “Miss Sherman, how are you?”

Grace collapsed onto the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling in a state of exhaustion.

Seeing her silence, Melvin quietly walked to the kitchen and served her a bowl of chicken soup.

“Miss Sherman, this is specially made for you. It’s made from an old hen brought in from the countryside. Please have some,” said Melvin.

“Melvin, thank you, but I’m not in the mood for drinking soup right now.” Grace finally moved her eyes.

Melvin insisted with concern. “You’ve had a tiring day; you should have some.”

Grace didn’t want to refuse Melvin’s kind gesture any longer. She sat up, took the chicken soup from his hands, held her breath, and took a big sip, finishing it in one go.

The rich chicken soup flavor surged up her throat just as she swallowed. She quickly covered her mouth, rushed to the bathroom, and vomited out the contents of her stomach.

Melvin was quite alarmed. “Miss Sherman, why are you vomiting again? I’ll call Mr. Brian right away,” he exclaimed.

“No need, Melvin. I’m fine. I’m just tired and need some rest,” Grace hastily reassured, grabbing his arm.

At this moment, Brian was accompanying Louise. If Melvin called to inform him, it would likely only elicit his mockery rather than concern.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Melvin sighed deeply.

“It’s my own body, and I know how I feel. Thank you, Melvin,” replied Grace.

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following day, Brian called to remind her to come over and deliver breakfast. Grace reluctantly got up from bed and

After preparing breakfast, both he and Grace went

Louise breakfast as if she were the only person in

the office. Before departing, he specifically warned Grace,

her long nails digging into her flesh, yet she felt no pain.

corridor, Melvin followed

“Mr. Brian.”

the matter?” Brian glanced at

could barely walk. After managing to have a bowl of soup, she vomited. Her health has been really poor lately, Mr. Brian. Why don’t you let other maids come

indifferent like still water. Only after Melvin had

I didn’t interrupt you just now and let you finish. In the future, take care of your own responsibilities, and please refrain from speaking on matters that

darkened gaze, appearing to have words on the tip of

again, “It’s not that someone else can’t take care of her, but when she makes a mistake,

say another

the elevator and departed.

Grace. Thinking about what Brian had just said, an unpleasant feeling lingered in his heart.

Melvin suddenly

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treatment of the Francis family’s servants, give her a day off on the

the call. The expression on Melvin’s face finally relaxed. A day

three days, during which she lost a total of

day, she toiled under the scorching sun, making it difficult

had visibly and rapidly slimmed down, and even her jawline had become sharper. Enduring until the weekend, she finally had time for a medical check–up.

keep going like this, you might lose the baby. What

looked at the examination report and couldn’t

all, she was the servant who

a pregnant woman in

his fault. Maybe the