Chapter 4
Falling for My Contractual Wife
Grace knew she was Brianâs wife, the lady of this mansion. But watching Louise act so calm and collected in front of her, she felt like she couldnât stay in this house for another second.
gaze Her drifted to the side, and with what she thought was a calm tone, she said, âIâm going to tidy up the room,â and turned to head upstairs.
Louise lifted her eyes slowly, a hint of mockery playing on her lips. Graceâs retreating figure seemed a bit like she was escaping.
Back in her room, Grace felt a pang of sadness but quickly convinced herself it wasnât worth being upset. She was just a standâin, something sheâd known all along.
She couldnât even bring herself to enjoy breakfast, lying back in bed, drifting into a deep sleep.
Voices downstairs woke Grace up. Checking the time, it was already 11 AM. Laughter occasionally drifted up, and she opened the door to hear it more clearly.
âMiss Adkins, your figure and style are amazing! You look good in anything! I donât even know which one to recommend. You can pull off any style!â
Grace watched the scene downstairs, her face turning pallid. Louise was wearing an offâshoulder white wedding dress, hair elegantly tied up, standing tall and graceful. In her mind, she couldnât help but picture Louise and Brian together in wedding attire. Ironically, she found the imagined couple quite fitting.
Unconsciously, Graceâs nails dug into her palms. She couldnât help but think that this was the difference between being the real deal and just a substitute. When she married Brian, they did nothing more than the paperwork at the city hall.
Then Louise spotted Grace, her face brightening into a smile. âIs the room cleaned up? Come down, I think you have a good eye. Help me decide which one looks better on me.â
Graceâs heart sank, and she descended the stairs with heavy steps.
âMiss Adkins, itâs your own wedding. Make the decision yourself. After all, it only happens once in a lifetime.â
502 7 6 2 3/22 2 63 6 Listening to her cold tone, Louiseâs eyes flashed with a hint of darkness. Just then, Melvin entered, respectfully saying, âMiss Adkins, your chicken soup.â
Louiseâs face lit up with a delighted smile as she walked over and took the deep plate. She lifted the lid and took a sniff, the rich aroma wafting instantly into the air. Graceâs stomach churned, and she covered her mouth and nose, rushing out of the living room.
Louise was surprised, quickly following, asking, âWhatâs wrong? Are you pregnant?â
Graceâs heart clenched. She silently squeezed her fist, hiding the tension in her eyes. She looked up at Louise with a bright smile. âYes, Iâm pregnant, and itâs Brianâs!â
Grace figured the more she concealed, the more suspicion sheâd attract. It was better to admit it. This way, Louise wouldnât believe it.
Louiseâs face stiffened abruptly, and then she squinted at Grace for a moment before letting out a crisp laugh. âYou canât fool me. I was just being kind to check on you. But donât worry. I wonât get mad.â
With that, she turned and went to change her clothes.
Grace breathed a sigh of relief quietly. Thankfully, she hadnât been found out, but she worried Brian would blame her if he found out.
Louise, now out of the wedding dress, still wore an elegant smile on her face. She turned to Grace and said, âGrace, come here.â
âWhat can I do for you, Miss Adkins?â
âIâm going to bring Brian some food. The clothes in my suitcase got dirty during the move, so could you wash them for me? Oh, and be sure to hand wash them. Otherwise, theyâll be ruined.â
She patted Graceâs shoulder with a smile, said, âThanks,â and walked away in her high heels. That gentle smile of Louiseâs made it hard for anyone to dislike her.
Grace took a deep breath. She had done laundry before, so washing clothes wasnât particularly difficult for her.
It wasnât until later that Grace discovered Louise had three whole suitcases of clothes. Staring at the mountain of clothes in front of her, Grace desperately tried to convince herself it was just three months.
Endure it, and she would be free.
Seeing her sweating and exhausted, the butler approached and said, âMiss Sherman, you wonât finish washing all these clothes even if you work until dark. Let me help you.â
âMelvin, itâs okay. You go about your business.â Louise specifically had her do the washing. If Brian found out Melvin helped, he might direct his anger at Melvin.
Having done various chores growing up, this wasnât particularly challenging for Grace. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and continued working.
After two full hours of washing, she was parched and about to stand up to get some water when suddenly everything went black.
All she heard was Melvin nervously calling out, âMiss Sherman!â before she lost consciousness.
When Grace woke up again, the scent of disinfectant lingered in the air. Her vision gradually focused, and she saw a tall figure standing by the bed. Realizing she was in a hospital, she sat up abruptly.
Brian was right beside her, making her anxious. She didnât know when he had come in, and now she worried if he already knew about her pregnancy.
Carefully, she asked, âWhen did you get here?â
Brian stared at her with a cold expression, unsettling Grace.
Just then, her attending doctor walked in, a woman with glasses who glanced at Brian before turning her worry attention to Grace. âYouâre awake. Donât worry. Thereâs nothing serious. Just a fainting spell from low blood sugar and anemia. With your health, itâs better to avoid such strenuous activities.â
Brian, standing nearby, suddenly spoke in a chilly tone, âJust anemia and low blood sugar? Does she have any other issues? She hasnât been eating well lately.â
Graceâs heart raced, but she heard the doctor saying to him, âPoor appetite could be due to excessive stomach acid. Iâll prescribe some relevant medication for her.â
Brianâs gaze shifted to Grace, the icy stare seemingly mocking her for playing the victim again.
Grace, who had been worried about being exposed, finally felt relieved.
âSince youâre fine, Iâll go. Donât play tricks with me again.â He left with that indifferent remark.
Grace looked at the female doctor gratefully. âThank you! Thank you for not revealing my pregnancy.â
The doctor replied calmly, âNo need to thank me. Itâs our responsibility to protect patient privacy. I remember you asked me to keep it confidential last time.â
Grace thanked her again. âThank you!â
âBesides, that gentleman didnât say he was your family. He only claimed to be your friend.â
Graceâs heart sank, feeling a sourness in her mouth. Even in the hospital, he didnât want to admit their relationship. She forced a selfâdeprecating smile, thinking it might be good that he didnât say he was her husband. If he had, the doctor would probably have told him the truth, and then the baby in Graceâs belly would be at risk.
The doctor, observing her pale face, felt sympathy and advised, âWith a baby on the way, donât engage in heavy work. If your appetite is poor, try eating smaller meals more frequentlyâ¦â
Suddenly, the door opened, and Grace looked towards it in fear, finding Brian standing there. His cold voice cut through the room. âWhat did you say? A baby?â