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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room, Grace fell asleep immediately. She slept deeply, but at eight o’clock the following day, Brian called to remind her to come over and deliver breakfast. Grace reluctantly got up from

also pitched in to help. After preparing breakfast, both he and Grace went to the

hospital room door, Grace watched as Brian fed Louise breakfast as if she were the only person

the office. Before departing, he specifically warned Grace, “Don’t let me catch you

palms tightly, her long nails digging

to the corridor, Melvin

“Mr. Brian.”

Brian glanced at him and asked casually.

returned that she 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 and take care of Miss

expression indifferent like still water. Only

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

have words on the tip of his tongue but choosing to remain

of her, but when she makes a mistake, she

dared not say

elevator and

to glance at the busy figure of Grace. Thinking about what

home, Melvin suddenly received a

Brian, do you have any further instructions?”

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the Francis family’s servants, give her a day off on the weekend,” Brian instructed.

ended the call. The expression on Melvin’s face finally relaxed. A day off would indeed be good.

days, during which she lost a total of six pounds.

it difficult for her to

face 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.

care of your body? Look at how much weight you’ve lost! None of your health indicators. are normal. If you keep going like this, you might lose the baby. What is your husband doing? I see him dressing

report and couldn’t help

lip. After all, she was the servant who was

report, becoming increasingly upset. “I’ve never seen a pregnant woman in such a terrible condition. The sooner you divorce that husband of yours,

awkwardly said, “Dr. Ford, after all, he doesn’t know about my pregnancy. It’s not his fault. Maybe the baby in my belly is just too restless, so