Falling for My Contractual Wife

Brian was starving.

He had not eaten for an entire day.

He stood up and walked to the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and took a look.

There was nothing inside except a handful of spaghetti and a few eggs.

Brian took a pot to boil water. He was going to cook the spaghetti with eggs.

He had never cooked before and imagined how to cook the spaghetti with eggs.

Brian put the water in the pot and turned on the gas.

Then, he took out two eggs and knocked them into the pot clumsily.

Next, he threw half the spaghetti into the water and stirred it with a fork.

Brian crushed up the eggs. Brian looked at the egg soup and frowned slightly. It looked a little different.

There was no reaction from the pot, so he closed the lid again.

After watching the pot for about five to six minutes, Brian saw the water in the pot suddenly boil. The white foam quickly expanded.

The broth overflowed from the lid of the pot. Brian was startled and hurriedly took the pot lid off. His fingers touched something that made his fingertips tingle with heat. "Clang!"

The pot lid hit the ground hard and spun a few times before stopping.

Grace, who was in her bedroom, heard the commotion and hurriedly got out of bed. She opened the door and walked out.

Brian stood in the kitchen and met her eyes. Grace glanced at him, and then her gaze landed on the stove. She walked into the kitchen, frowning.

Grace glanced at the things in the pot and was mad. She turned off the gas quickly.

"Are you trying to tear down my kitchen?"

Brian lowered his eyes like a little child who had made a mistake.

"I'm trying to cook spaghetti."

Grace stared at him coldly and turned around to look at the potret overcooked spaghetti. She picked the pot up and poured the spaghetti into the sink.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

"You..." Brian wanted to stop Grace, but Grace glared at him.

Grace quickly washed the pot, took out two eggs, and knocked them into the bowl, quickly scattering them.

Then, she put some butter into the pot. After heating it, she laid the eggs. Soon, the fragrance of the eggs wafted out.

Brian stood at the side and watched silently.

Grace quickly cooked a plate of delicious spaghetti with eggs.

A slight smile appeared on Brian's face as he carried the spaghetti to the dining table and sat down.

Grace looked at him, and her gaze landed on his ankle.

He still hadn't bandaged it, and his ankle had swelled up.

Grace was suddenly mad. She walked over angrily and opened her suitcase. She took out adophor se f cotton swabs and gauze, walked to the dining table, and placed the things on the table with a bang.

Brian was eating noodles when he was startled by her action.

Grace glared at him and then glanced at his foot.

Brian understood and immediately lifted his leg and placed it on the stool.

Grace picked up a cotton swab and wiped it hard on his wound. Briam was in so much pain that he shrunk his foot slightly. However, he did not make a sound.

Just then, he suddenly felt a drop of warmth on his calf. He frowned fiercely.

He saw tears falling from Grace's eyes.

Brian stopped moving and allowed her to bandage his wound roughly.

Brian put down his fork and suddenly reached out to her. He lifted her chin slightly and slid his thumb across her cheek. "Why are you crying?" Grace's eyes were filled with tears, but there was hatred in her eyes.

She hated herself.

What she hated was she could not bear to see Brian get hurt even though Brian had tried his best to abort the child in her belly.

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