Falling for My Contractual Wife

Louise looked at him with grievances, tears welling up in her eyes, crying softly. Brian felt a twinge of guilt and regret for not coming back earlier.

He gently touched her long hair and softly said, “Come on, go to bed. It’s so late. If we stay up any longer, we’ll wake up with panda eyes tomorrow.”

Louise obediently nodded, holding Brian’s hand tightly as she lay down on the bed.

“Go to sleep. I’ll stay until you’re asleep before I leave,” he said.

Hearing this, a sweet smile graced Louise’s face, and she finally closed her eyes.

However, in her mind, she could not help but think about the fragrance she had just smelled. He had rushed out without even changing his pajamas. It turned out he went to meet another woman.

She was determined to find out who that woman was.

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Brian watched her fall asleep before getting up and leaving the room.

Returning to the bedroom, he glanced at his watch. It was already past two in the morning.

At this time, Grace should have finished her IV drip.

He frowned, his finger hovering over her phone number. After a moment of hesitation, he ultimately didn’t make the call.

On the other side, Grace was extremely tired. Fortunately, a kind nurse came over to watch over her IV drip, and she quickly fell asleep.

Early the following day.

Brian got up early and instructed the housekeeper before leaving the house, “Be careful not to let her do anything these days.”

“Alright, Mr. Brian,” the housekeeper replied with a slight smile, naturally understanding whom Brian was referring to.

It seemed that Mr. Brian did care about Miss Sherman after all.

Louise got up for breakfast and then went to Brian’s bedroom.

She looked around but could not find the pajamas he wore last night. After searching for a while with no success, she had to go downstairs to ask the housekeeper.

“Miss Adkins, Mr. Brian’s clothes were sent for laundry. Why do you need his clothes?”

“He was wearing them last night. Why were they laundered this morning?” Louise furrowed her brow, sensing something suspicious.

“Miss Adkins, Mr. Brian has a habit. Whenever sleepwear is worn outside, it gets laundered the next day,” the housekeeper explained patiently.

Louise could not help but feel a bit frustrated. She had planned to put away his clothes today and carefully examine the scent of the perfume he used.

Just then, the phone rang. It was the interior designer that her assistant had arranged to discuss the decoration matters with her.

She cared a lot about the bridal chamber. After hanging up the phone, she left immediately.

Grace woke up in the hospital room at nine o’clock the next morning. She called the housekeeper, who informed her that Louise was not home. Grace then took a taxi back.

Last night, when she brought coffee to Brian, for some reason, Grace felt like Louise intentionally wanted her to overhear those words.

She had a lingering feeling that Louise seemed to have discovered something.

Hence, for several days in a row, Grace tried to avoid her as much as possible.

However, living under the same roof and being in the role of a servant, it was nearly impossible for them not to meet each other.

That evening, not having seen Grace all day, Louise went to the housekeeper to inquire.

“Mr. Duncan, is Grace on vacation? Why haven’t I seen her all day?” Louise asked the housekeeper.

“Miss Adkins, is there something you need from her?” Mr. Duncan asked.

“I just wanted to ask about her work. It was fine that she wasn’t at home when I went to check on the renovation a few days ago, but today, she hasn’t been seen all day. Is she at home now? Can you call her over?” Louise inquired.

Louise realized that Grace had intentionally been avoiding her ever since the day she went to the study. Thinking about what happened in the study that day, she felt humiliated.

What did she mean by avoiding herself?

Did she look down on her?

Melvin looked solemn, glanced at her, and finally went to the room to call Grace out.

“Miss Adkins, what can I do for you?”

‘It’s fine. I just haven’t seen you for a long time and wanted to ask what you’ve been doing lately. You know my favorite thing is your cooking, but I haven’t seen you in the last few days. I can’t even eat well.” Louise ¡miled.

It seemed that Mr. Brian did care about Miss Sherman after all.

Louise got up for breakfast and then went to Brian’s bedroom.

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She looked around but could not find the pajamas he wore last night. After searching for a while with no success, she had to go downstairs to ask the housekeeper.

“Miss Adkins, Mr. Brian’s clothes were sent for laundry. Why do you need his clothes?”

“He was wearing them last night. Why were they laundered this morning?” Louise furrowed her brow, sensing something suspicious.

“Miss Adkins, Mr. Brian has a habit. Whenever sleepwear is worn outside, it gets laundered the next day,” the housekeeper explained patiently.

Louise could not help but feel a bit frustrated. She had planned to put away his clothes today and carefully examine the scent of the perfume he used.

Just then, the phone rang. It was the interior designer that her assistant had arranged to discuss the decoration matters with her.

She cared a lot about the bridal chamber. After hanging up the phone, she left immediately.

Grace woke up in the hospital room at nine o’clock the next morning. She called the housekeeper, who informed her that Louise was not home. Grace then took a taxi back.

Last night, when she brought coffee to Brian, for some reason, Grace felt like Louise intentionally wanted her to overhear those words.

She had a lingering feeling that Louise seemed to have discovered something.

Hence, for several days in a row, Grace tried to avoid her as much as possible.

However, living under the same roof and being in the role of a servant, it was nearly impossible for them not to

meet each other.

That evening, not having seen Grace all day, Louise went to the housekeeper to inquire.

“Mr. Duncan, is Grace on vacation? Why haven’t I seen her all day?” Louise asked the housekeeper.

“Miss Adkins, is there something you need from her?” Mr. Duncan asked.

“I just wanted to ask about her work. It was fine that she wasn’t at home when I went to check on the renovation a few days ago, but today, she hasn’t been seen all day. Is she at home now? Can you call her over?” Louise

inquired.

Louise realized that Grace had intentionally been avoiding her ever since the day she went to the study.

Thinking about what happened in the study that day, she felt humiliated.

What did she mean by avoiding herself?

Did she look down on her?

Melvin looked solemn, glanced at her, and finally went to the room to call Grace out.

“Miss Adkins, what can I do for you?”

“It’s fine. I just haven’t seen you for a long time and wanted to ask what you’ve been doing lately. You know my favorite thing is your cooking, but I haven’t seen you in the last few days. I can’t even eat well.” Louise smiled.

Grace pursed her lips. Indeed, she hadn’t been doing much these past few days. Whenever she tried to do something, the housekeeper would come over immediately to stop her, assigning the tasks to other servants. She didn’t want to insist on doing things herself, especially considering the doctor had advised her to rest well.

Was Louise trying to find fault with her?

“Miss Adkins, feel free to give me any instructions.” Grace did not directly respond to her words.

“I enjoy the meals you make. From now on, I want you to cook every meal, okay?” Louise’s lips curved into a smile devoid of warmth. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Grace silently squeezed her palm. “Okay.”

After saying that, she went into the kitchen.

Watching her humble and submissive demeanor, Louise finally felt a bit satisfied.

No matter what, Grace was just a servant.

In the evening, after Brian returned and they had dinner, Louise discussed the decoration style with him. The two of them went to the study together.

Having finished discussing the decoration matters, Louise leaned on his shoulder and asked softly, “Brian, don’t you think we should manage the household staff?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Grace has been lazing around in her room all this time. She doesn’t even bother to cook, and you know I got used to her cooking recently. Now that she’s not doing anything, I can’t even have a proper breakfast,” Louise explained.

“Is that the only issue?” Brian furrowed his brow.

“Louise, do you think this is a trivial matter? Being a servant is also a profession, and professions come with rules and responsibilities. If this were in a workplace, it would be like someone slacking off constantly. Could you tolerate employees slacking off in your company?” Louise looked at him in surprise.

Brian’s gaze slightly hardened. “So, what do you suggest we do?”

“The company doesn’t keep idlers. How about just firing her directly?” Louise suggested.

Brian didn’t say anything and stared at her for a moment.

“What’s the matter? Are you unwilling? Is she special somehow?” Louise asked.

After a moment, Brian shook his head and calmly said, “No, it’s just that she’s a servant my mother sent over, and it wouldn’t be easy to dismiss her.”

Louise’s voice paused. “Okay.”

The next day, Grace resumed her routine of waking up early to prepare breakfast.

While busy in the kitchen, Brian suddenly walked over, holding a cup of coffee as he leaned against the door. “How is your recovery going?”

“Thanks to you, I’m doing fine. As you can see, I’m back to work,” Grace replied without turning her head.

Brian squinted his eyes. “Are you complaining?”

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“Brian, I want to move out.” Grace stopped her hands and turned to look at him suddenly.

“What did you say?” Brian was taken aback by her sudden statement..

“I want to move out, so you don’t have to see me and be affected, and you won’t have to worry about Miss Adkins noticing anything,” she repeated, knowing he had heard her clearly.

Most importantly, the fact that she was pregnant would not be discovered.

She felt her proposal was well–rounded, providing a perfect solution for him and herself.