Falling for My Contractual Wife

Ava sat in the yard watching a variety show while eating snacks, momentarily forgetting that she had asked Grace to wash

her shoes.

By the time Ava remembered it, she had already finished watching an episode of the variety show.

Louise had gone back to her room to sleep. Ava was barefoot and had no shoes to wear. Ava shouted with impatience, “Someone! Someone come!”

When a maid heard the shout, she immediately ran over. “Miss Adkins, what are your orders?”

“Where’s my shoes? Where’s that slut Grace washing my shoes?” Ava demanded.

The servant hurried off to find Grace. Grace walked over languidly. She showed Ava her shoes and put them by Ava’s feet.

Seeing her wet shoes, Ava glared at Grace in disbelief and jumped out of her chair angrily.

“You slut! You did it on purpose, didn’t you? You ruined my shoes! You’re purposefully going against me!”

Grace asked, puzzled, “Miss Adkins, you were the one who said you wanted your shoes washed. Aren’t the shoes clean?”

“I told you to wipe the dirt from it! Who told you to wash it?” Ava shouted.

Grace looked at Ava calmly. “Did you? Miss Adkins, are you sure you said to wipe the shoes?”

“Of course, I told you to wipe the shoes!” said Ava.

the villa

Grace nodded and said, “In order to confirm that this is my fault, there are surveillance cameras in the villa, so I’ll ask Melvin to take a look at the surveillance camera.”

Ava’s eyes widened. “You! Grace! You damn slut! You’re just playing word games with me, aren’t you? Let me tell you, even if I was wrong today, it was you who got my shoes wet, so I don’t have shoes to wear! This is your fault!”

Grace looked at her coldly. She said, “Miss Adkins, don’t be in such a hurry. I’ll take a look at the surveillance.”

Ava’s face turned blue with rage. She jumped down and grabbed the ashtray on the table, lunged at Grace in two strides, grabbed Grace by her hair, and slammed the ashtray on Grace’s head.

Grace reacted quickly and tried to dodge, yet even as Grace nearly ripped her scalp, her movements only shifted her position slightly. The ashtray still hit Grace’s forehead.

Seeing this, the maids hurriedly stepped forward to grab Ava.

Grace’s head hurt. She raised her hand to touch her forehead. Her fingers were stained with a glaring red color. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Ava still seemed to be angry, yelling like a shrew and wanting to hit Grace.

Melvin hurried over when he heard the ruckus. Louise came down the stairs.

Just then, a black Bentley drove in. The car stopped before it could enter the garage.

d d M M JM

Brian opened the door and strode this way.

M

41% 20:14

His gaze fell on Grace’s forehead. He walked up to her, pulled away her wrist, and saw her bloody forehead. His expression

turned dark.

“Does it hurt? Who hit you?” Brian asked.

h

Grace sneered as she looked at Brian. ‘Why is he acting like he cares? If he really cared, why didn’t he agree to let me move out in the first place?‘ Grace thought.

Feeling chilled in her heart, Grace pushed Brian away, turned, and went inside.

Meanwhile, Ava was still complaining and said, “Brian, this maid is absolutely defiant! I asked her to clean my shoes, but she got my shoes all wet. My shoes are ruined…”

“Who allowed you to hit someone in my home?”

Before Ava could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Brian’s somber voice.

Ava looked at Brian’s cold expression and sucked in a breath. “…she was the one who talked back to me first. I just taught. her a lesson,” said Ava.

Louise stood silently, taking in Brian’s reactions.

‘Does he care so much about Grace?‘ Louise thought.

“Even if she talks back to you, you have no right to hit her!” Brian said.