Falling For My Contractual Wife (Brian and Grace)

"I want you to deliver them!" Brian stared at Grace relentlessly.

Grace slammed her palm on the cashier counter. "Brian Francis, are you done?" Brian stared at her face hard. "You have to give me an explanation."

He raised his hand and glanced at his wristwatch. "Let's have dinner and talk."

Grace took a deep breath. She knew Brian would stay here all day if she did not go out with him.

"Okay, let's go."

Tina looked at her worriedly. "Miss Grace, are you going out with him?"

Grace comforted her. "I'm fine. Please take care of the shop."

"Alright." Tina pursed her lips and glared at Brian. A man that even a nice person like Grace hated couldn't be a nice man!

Grace walked out, and Brian grabbed her hand.

Her hand was still warm and dry. Her gaze fell on their intertwined hands, and her heart skipped a few beats.

Brian pulled Grace to his car and opened the passenger door for her.

Grace stooped into the car and sat down, holding her belly.

Brian's gaze landed on her belly, and his vision darkened.

Brian walked around the front of the car and got in.

Grace grabbed the handrail as soon as she got into the car. She knew Brian had a habit of slamming on the accelerators to start the car when he was in a bad mood. However, he did not this time. Instead, he started the car steadily. Even when he stepped on the brake at the red light on the road, he was so light that she could hardly feel it. Brian drove aimlessly on the street. He stopped the car when he saw a more expensive restaurant.

Grace opened the car door and walked in front.

Brian hurried after her before he had parked his car well.

Grace sat in a booth by the window. The waiter brought the menu. She swiftly ordered a few dishes and pushed the menu to him sitting opposite her. "Do you have anything to order?" "One serving of shrimp ravioli."

Grace drank water and looked out of the window. She never once looked at Brian as if he, opposite her, were air.

However, Brian's gaze was fixed on her.

Grace's skin seemed to be tanner than before. There was a slight growth of flesh on both sides of her cheeks, which was not noticeable. However, Brian, who had not seen her for a long time, could still tell. Her black hair was casually draped over her shoulders. Under her red coat was a knitted long dress.

Her tanned skin and long black hair were in sharp contrast to her red coat, bright and imposing.

The dishes were served soon. Grace did not want to talk to Brian, so she picked up the fork and ate.

Pregnant women are always hungry and eat a lot in the third trimester. Grace did not care about her image at all and ate heartily.

Upon seeing Grace eating so happily, Brian could not bear to bother her.

While he was lost in his thoughts, Grace was already full. She put down her fork, wiped her mouth with a tissue, and drank water. "I'm full."

Brian came to his senses and lowered his head to eat the ravioli.

"I'm going to the washroom."

Brian nodded slightly. Grace got up and went to the washroom.

Grace walked around the corner, grabbed a waiter, and asked, "Where's the back door?"

The waitress gave her a puzzled look. "Ma'am, you mean?"

Grace secretly pointed at Brian, who was sitting by the window. She whispered, "He's a pyramid dealer. He wants to get me involved in a pyramid scheme. Please help me."

The waitress was skeptical. He pointed toward the kitchen and said, "There's a back door to the kitchen. Let me take you there."