Falling for My Contractual Wife

When Grace Sherman looked up, she spotted Justin Vance in a white coat. He had donned a pair of gold–rimmed glasses that day, giving him a more scholarly and composed appearance.

She instinctively stood up. “Dr. Vance.”

“Why did you come to the hospital today? Is something bothering you again?” Justin glanced at her with a hint of nervousness in his voice.

Grace shook her head. “No, I’m here to accompany Miss Adkins for her medical check–up.

It took Justin a moment to recall who Miss Adkins referred to..

“How about you? How’s your health? Has the morning sickness improved recently? Have you been taking the prescribed medication on time?” This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Listening to his string of questions, Grace couldn’t help but chuckle. “No issues at all. I’m doing fine. I’ll come for a check- up after finishing the medication. How about you? Been busy lately?”

“Grace!” A sharp, high–pitched voice suddenly interrupted her.

Louise Adkins walked up to the two of them, her gaze shifting between the pair before she smiled and asked, “What are you chatting about with Dr. Vance? Seems like such a cheerful conversation.”

“Dr. Vance just casually inquired about your condition,” Grace replied, suppressing her laughter.

“Is that so? I appreciate your concern, Dr. Vance, Louise glanced at Justin, smiling with an ambiguous meaning.

Grace feared Louise might suspect something and urged, “Have you finished your examination? Once you’re done, let’s

leave.”

Louise nodded, bid farewell to Justin, and then they left together.

Brian Francis got off work relatively early today. Louise approached him when he returned, resembling a wife welcoming her husband, gently untying his tie.

As for what happened last night, it seemed like it hadn’t occurred.

The man stepped into the living room, his gaze subconsciously scanning the space. Catching sight of a busy figure in the kitchen, his eyes paused slightly.

Louise didn’t notice his subtle movement; she took his hand and sat down with him on the sofa.

Showing today’s examination report to Brian, he glanced briefly and calmly remarked, ‘Recovery is going well.”

“When I’ve fully recovered, shall we go and finish taking our wedding photos? Last time, because of Grace’s sudden fainting, we didn’t manage to complete the photo shoot,” Louise suggested.

Brian nodded slightly and replied, “Okay.”

At that moment, the sound of something falling in the kitchen caught their attention, prompting Brian to stand up

instinctively.

He walked to the kitchen doorway and found Grace picking up something from the floor.

Grace happened to look up, meeting his gaze. Brian’s mind flashed back to the way she had returned yesterday.

When she had just returned, her complexion was rosy, and she appeared lively and beautiful. It had only been a day, yet he couldn’t shake the feeling that she seemed worn out now.

Grace apologized briefly, then turned around and focused on her tasks.

Louise gazed at Brian’s face and quietly clenched her fists.

“Melvin!” Brian suddenly called out.

“Mr. Brian, what can I do for you?” Melvin Duncan promptly entered upon hearing Brian’s call.

“Arrange for two maids to go in and work,” Brian instructed.

Grace looked at him in surprise, only to be met by a cold glare from Brian. “Clumsy and inept, can’t do anything right,” he said sharply.

Grace was dumbfounded.

Soon, two maids arrived to help. Grace was quickly forced to make room and leave because the kitchen couldn’t accommodate three people.

Louise and Brian were seated close together on the couch, sharing an embrace, yet the sight felt piercing to her eyes.

She silently walked back to her room.

While Louise leaned against Brian’s shoulder, watching TV, the corner of her eye remained observant of the man’s expressions beside her.

After dinner, Brian went to his study, and Louise, as usual, stayed by his side to accompany him.

“Brian, do you remember Dr. Vance from the Southside Hospital?”

Brian kept his gaze on the computer screen without looking up and casually asked, “Which Dr. Vance?”

“One of my attending physicians when I was hospitalized, Justin Vance, Dr. Vance, the young one,” she clarified.

“No recollection,” Brian replied without raising his head.

“Today, when Grace accompanied me to the hospital, we met Dr. Vance. It seemed like they had a good relationship, chatting quite happily,” Louise continued, watching his face.

“Dr. Vance?” Brian finally lifted his head from the screen and looked at her.

Louise felt a sudden drop in her heart.

She thought, ‘Grace indeed held a different place in his heart. Perhaps he couldn’t bear seeing her do chores when she was in the kitchen earlier, deliberately finding an excuse to have the maid cook instead?”

Having these thoughts, Louise clenched her teeth inwardly.

Louise continued to wear a smile on her face and gently added, “Yeah, do you remember now? He seems to have a good. relationship with Grace. Given her family background, it wouldn’t be bad if she could be with Dr. Vance, don’t you think?”

Brian remained expressionless, but his gaze appeared noticeably colder than before.

He buried himself in his work again and coldly stated, “Not interested in knowing.”

Louise fell silent for a moment, feeling disheartened halfway. Why would he ask another question if he genuinely wasn’t interested in knowing?

It seemed that Grace was not someone who could stay.

Brian stared at the computer screen but couldn’t focus on a single word. After half an hour, he closed the computer. “Are you tired? Let me take you to bed,” he said.

“Okay,” Louise replied,

The next day.

Louise kindly invited Grace for breakfast, displaying warmth and generosity. Grace had no reason to refuse and reluctantly. accompanied her for the meal.

But Grace had a feeling that there was something specific that Louise wanted to talk to her about.

Halfway through the meal, Louise asked, “Grace, we’re starting renovating our new house today. Could you come and supervise for me later?”

She used an open–ended question, yet her tone sounded more like a statement.

Renovation can produce formalin, and I’m pregnant. What if the child develops abnormalities?

She couldn’t outright refuse her, so after thinking for a moment, she responded, “I don’t have any expertise in renovations. I fear I might not be suitable for this task, especially considering it’s your and Mr. Brian’s new house. Perhaps it’s better to hire a professional. What do you think?”

“It’s alright, I trust you. The renovation company I found is quite reliable. It would be best if you oversaw it,” she said.

“After the meal, I’ll have the driver take you there,” Louise arranged for her quite straightforwardly, leaving no room for

further refusal.

An hour later, Grace was dropped off at the villa’s entrance.

Currently, there’s no electricity or running water. There aren’t any fans, and there’s nowhere to sit inside the house. The workers, exhausted, are resting by sitting on the floor.

While stationed indoors, Grace couldn’t help but notice the substantial build–up of dust around her.

At this moment, the weather was scorching hot. Even though the house wasn’t directly exposed to the sun, it felt stiflingly hot, akin to being inside a steamer,

Louise intermittently asked for photos and videos to check the progress of the construction. Therefore, Grace couldn’t

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wander far and had to stay at the villa the whole time.

By the time noon arrived and the workers paused for their lunch break, her legs had swollen considerably from the extended duration of standing.

After lunch, Grace went to the supermarket, picking up a petite stool. The simple act of acquiring a spot to rest transformed the remainder of her afternoon into a somewhat more tolerable experience.

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