Falling For My Contractual Wife (Brian and Grace)

Brian raised his hand and looked at his watch. He walked to Grace's room and knocked on the door. After a while, Grace walked over impatiently to open the door.

"What's the matter?"

Brian looked inside and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw she was fine.

"You went in to take an afternoon nap at one o'clock and hadn't come out. I thought something had happened to you," Brian explained calmly.

Grace opened her mouth but hesitated. She was about to close the door when Brian pressed against the door and asked, "What do you want to have for dinner?" Grace looked at his face and felt a surge of sadness. She thought, 'What does he mean by that? Is he going to stay here and cook for me every day until I give birth?' Grace snorted. Brian had taken great pains to do so many things that he was unwilling to do to snatch the child away.

Grace said coldly, "Whatever."

The door was slammed shut. Brian stood at the door for a while before turning to the kitchen to look at the ingredients in the fridge.

The recipes were still obtained by googling online.

Because he had to follow the recipes, his cooking speed was slow. After being busy for an hour, he still hadn't finished making the soup.

Grace was already hungry. She walked outside and took a look. When she saw that the food was ready, she picked up the plate and started to tuck in.

When Brian served the soup, Grace had almost finished eating.

She finished her soup and went back to her room to change.

Although Brian was used to Grace's indifference, he suddenly lost his appetite when he looked at the table full of dishes.

At this moment, Grace changed her clothes and looked like she was about to go out.

Brian hurriedly asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm taking a walk," she replied as she changed her shoes.

Brian immediately put down his fork. "I'll go with you."

Grace sneered. "Are you afraid that I'll run away?"

Brian moved his lower lip. He wanted to say that he was just worried that it would not be safe for her to go out alone with a big belly, but Grace stopped what he wanted to say in the next second. "Do you think I can run away?"

Grace put on her shoes and opened the door.

Brian frowned and quickly followed. He just cooked the meal but did not even have a mouthful of soup.

Grace's daily life was very regular.

She would sleep until she woke up naturally in the morning and slowly walk to buy groceries. After lunch, she would take a nap. In the afternoon, she would draw and listen to prenatal music. At night, after dinner, she would go out for a walk. When she returned, she would take a shower. Then, it was almost time to sleep.

These peaceful days lasted for a week.

It was almost Christmas Eve and the weather was getting colder. When Grace received a text message from Carson asking if she was going back for the holidays, she remembered that tomorrow was Christmas Eve.

She walked out of the room and saw Brian making a call in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. From the contents of the call, it seemed like Jasmine was urging him to go back for Christmas.

Brian said in a low voice, "I said I'm out of town on a business trip and won't be back. You guys can spend Christmas Eve on your own. I'm hanging up. Goodbye."

The line went dead. Brian turned around and saw Grace.

Grace said sarcastically, "You've taken great pains to guard me and not let me have the chance to escape. Which company doesn't have a holiday during Christmas? Would your mother believe such a lousy lie?"

Brian frowned. "You don't have to bother about that. What do you want to eat on Christmas Eve?"

Grace looked at him. She thought, 'Is he going to spend Christmas Eve with me?'

Brian said calmly, "Since we're together, let's spend Christmas Eve together. Even if we're alone, we should at least have a sense of ritual."

Grace looked at him for a while before returning to her room to change into a thick down jacket.