Falling for My Contractual Wife

Although Grace was unwilling to admit that she had a mental illness, she did not say anything when she thought about how Justin was taking care of her.

Angie’s gaze fell on her arm and face.

She smiled thinly. “Let’s go upstairs.”

Grace followed her upstairs to a large and spacious room that seemed to be connected by two bedrooms. It was very bright. Standing in front of the window, she could see the mountain scenery in the distance. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

There were two chairs in front of the floor–to–ceiling windows. Angie led her to the window and sat down.

Angie boiled a pot of water. As she brewed coffee, she asked, “Do you live with your parents?”

“No. Not since more than two years ago.”

Angie noticed that Grace’s expression turned colder when she mentioned the word parents.

“Do you miss them?”

“No, I don’t.” Grace simply threw out these three words and did not want to speak anymore.

Angie asked gently, “Why?”

Grace curled her lips slightly and said slowly, ‘I’ve always felt that in their eyes, I’m superfluous. If I didn’t work hard every day and try my best to please them, they might have sent me away long ago.”

“Do you have a brother?”

“Well, he’s got leukemia. It’s going to cost our family a fortune.”

Angle pondered for a while and asked, “Have you ever had a boyfriend?”

Grace lowered her head and seemed to think for a while before saying, “No.”

Angle poured the coffee and handed her a cup. Try it. I planted these coffee beans myself.”

“Thank you.” Grace took the cup and brought it to her mouth. A special fragrance entered her nose. For a moment, she could not accept it. She covered her mouth and nose and retched twice.

Angle paused and put down her cup. “What’s wrong? Are you…pregnant?”

Grace looked at her. “Yes,”

Angie took a deep breath. Just now, Grace said that she had never had a boyfriend, but she was pregnant.

Angie held Grace’s hand and comforted her. “It’s okay. You can tell me about yourself. I know you’re a good girl. I think he treats you as a very important friend since you were brought here by Justin personally.

“You can use me as a tree hole. You can say whatever

er you want. I’ll keep everything a

a secret. I won’t even tell Justin.”

Her voice was soft and melodious, making one feel relaxed. However, after thinking for a long time, Grace finally shook her

head.

Angie could only ask her again, “Are you married?”

Grace pursed her lips. She seemed to have thought of something and suddenly fell into a daze.

Angie quietly accompanied her for a while and watched her go from being in a daze to silently crying. Grace did not say any,

words till the end.

Grace lay on the chair and fell asleep.

Angie found a blanket and gently covered her with it before tiptoeing downstairs.

Justin saw her coming down alone and asked in confusion, “How is it? Where is she?”

“Asleep.

Angie walked to the coffee table and sat down. “She’s still unwilling to say anything, but she must have suffered a lot. From her original family to her current family.

“She has moderate depression, but she’s pregnant and can’t take antidepressants. Since she’s unwilling to say anything. you should take her to lively places first and try to make her happy.”

Justin nodded solemnly.

“And the teeth marks on her arms and the injuries on her body. Did she mutilate herself?”

*The injuries in her arm are caused by herself. The rest doesn’t look like it.”