Falling for My Contractual Wife

Grace felt that he was simply unreasonable. She flipped her hair angrily. “Alright, even if I’m hanging a rich person here, it has nothing to do.

you! Are you buying a car or not? If you’re not buying a car,

don’t disturb me from hanging a rich person.”

Brian snorted. “You’re finally willing to admit it? Grace, haven’t I given you enough? I can’t let a gold digger like you harm others.”

“What are you doing?”

Brian pushed open the car door and got out. He walked around to her side and pulled her down, walking towards the manager.

“Brian, let go of me. What are you doing? If you make me lose my job, I won’t let you off.”

The manager saw that something was wrong with their expressions and immediately went forward to ask, “Sir, what’s wrong?”

“Your model has a sharp tongue. She talks back to customers.”

Grace was furious. Her anger was fuming like smoke above her head. She shot him a fierce glare, as if she could almost rip him to shreds.

The manager glanced at Grace. “Go find the finance department to settle your say. You don’t have to come in the afternoon.”

Grace felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on her. She looked at Brian with indescribable hatred in her eyes.

Brian’s heart skipped a beat when he saw her expression just now.

Grace turned around and walked towards the changing room. After taking two steps, because her shoes were too high and her center of gravity was unstable, she took off her shoes and walked forward barefooted.

Brian looked at her back and clenched his fists tightly. He suddenly asked, “How many days has she

signed?”

“Three days.”

Brian asked again, “How much per day?”

“240 dollars.”

Brian nodded and then chased after her.

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Grace hid in the changing room, and tears fell uncontrollably.

She found herself pondering the omnipresence of Brian in her life, questioning whether he carried some sort of jinx that seemed to follow her every move. The mystery deepened as she struggled to comprehend any possible debts from a past life owed to him.

With just a modest sum of slightly more than 20 dollars in her bank account, the imminent medical check–up posed a daunting concern. Navigating the impending expenses added another layer of complexity to her already challenging situation, leaving her uncertain about how to manage the financial strain.

Grace touched his abdomen, wiped away his tears, and stood up to change his clothes.

She changed her clothes and came out with her laptop. She saw Brian standin

the door.

She paused for a moment, then looked away coldly and went to the finance department to get her salary.

She earned only 120 dollars, equivalent to half a day’s salary.

Brian watched as she carefully put the 120 dollars into her bag. Suddenly, he felt that he could not understand Grace.

He contemplated why she had to engage in this activity and questioned the possibility that she valued money more than her own life.

Emergency calls only M4

Grace walked past him and carried the tablet out of the exhibition hall.

Brian chased after her. “Stop right there.”

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Grace’s footsteps didn’t falter. In fact, she walked with increasing speed. She had already lost her job. because of him, and frustration brewed within her as she questioned what more he could possibly want from her.

Brian took a few steps forward and pulled her back.

“Let’s go eat.”

It was already noon, and she was indeed hungry. Grace looked at him and nodded. “Sure.”

His meddling had a detrimental impact on her job, reaching a point where even the simple act of sharing a meal felt like she was extending him a favor. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Brian was a little surprised. He had even thought of how he would mock her if she rejected him.

However, he did not expect her to agree so readily.

The two of them arrived at a high–end restaurant, and Grace ordered a variety of dishes. However, when it came time to eat, she found herself without an appetite.

Brian held a fork and looked at her. He said irritably, “Eat obediently. I’ll compe

“e you.”

Grace looked up at him blankly.

“240 dollars, three days, 720 dollars. You received 120 dollars today. I’ll transfer the remaining 600 dollars to you later.” Brian calculated.