Falling For My Contractual Wife (Brian and Grace)

Brian followed the recipe and was about to add the oil when he suddenly saw Camren walk in.

Camren rubbed his hands. "Mr. Francis, I didn't expect you to know how to cook. I admire you so much."

Brian suddenly put the oil on the table and asked unhappily, "What are you doing here?"

"What?" Camren laughed dryly and said, "Miss Sherman asked me to stay for lunch. I feel bad about it, so I came to see if there's anything I can help with."

Brian's expression darkened. He thought, 'This is the first time in my life that I cook, yet I have to cook for Camren too?'

At the thought of that, Brian was unwilling. He threw the spatula into the pan and said, "You want a free lunch? Dream on. You shall cook."

With that, he walked out of the kitchen.

Grace sat in the living room and watched television. Brian walked over and naturally sat down beside her. He picked up an orange he had just bought today, peeled it, and fed it to her. Grace frowned slightly. Brian moved the orange closer to her mouth.

Grace had no choice but to take a bite. Brian continued to peel a second orange for her.

The orange did not taste sour, but for some reason, her heart felt sour and uncomfortable.

Such a life was once a dream that she could not have hoped for.

Brian personally peeled fruits and cooked pasta for her. Although she refused to admit it, she was happy yet miserable at the same time.

The two extreme emotions tormented her.

She knew soberly that it was impossible between them.

Camren quickly finished cooking and placed the dishes on the table. "Mr. Francis, Miss Sherman, it's time to eat."

Grace was the first to stand up and walk to the dining table. She took a look and praised, "Camren, it seems that you have hidden skills. Any girl who marries you in the future will definitely be happy." When Brian heard Grace praise Camren and saw her smiling at Camren, he suddenly felt unhappy.

He scoffed. "A girl will be happy just because she's married to someone who can cook? How ridiculous."

Camren was silent.

Grace rolled her eyes. "No one asked for your opinion."

Brian took a deep breath and found

it unfair. If he were the one

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not.

She was applying a double standard.

Grace sat down and called out to Camren, "Camren, sit down and eat."

Brian's face turned as black as thunder. "Why did you only call him and not me?"

Grace rolled her eyes at him. "Did you cook?"

Brian was lost for words for a moment before saying, "I bought the ingredients."

Camren tried to smooth things over awkwardly. "Mr. Francis, I'm an

3. Of course, Miss Sherman

o play host to me."

Those words made a little sense. Finally, Brian didn't feel so upset anymore.

He sat down to eat and put a piece of fried fish on Grace's plate.

Grace glanced at the piece of fish. Then, there were fried ribs and vegetables on her plate.

In a short while, her plate was piled up with food.

Grace's nose suddenly tingled, and tears welled up in her eyes. She lowered her head and blinked back the tears in her eyes.

After the meal, Camren took the

initiative to wash the plates. Then, he took out a computer and gave it to Brian. "Mr. Francis, I've emailed you a few documents that need your attention."

"Okay."

Grace returned to her room to take a nap, Brian worked in the living room, and Camren left.

By the time Brian was done with work, it was already five in the afternoon.