Falling for My Contractual Wife

Daisy bristled, "It's been a long time, and you're still bringing it up? Could you just let it go? Aren't you and your brother fine now?" Carson hugged the crying Austin and didn't know what to do. "Mom, you should hurry back!"

"You!" Daisy rolled her eyes at Carson and shot Grace another displeased glance. "Alright!"

"Wait!" Grace called out to her, halting her with a giant stride.

"If you go to Brian and tell him where the baby and I are, I'll cut off your hand so you can't play poker for the rest of your life!"

Grace's gaze flashed with a fierceness Daisy had never seen before, making her heart skip a beat. "Don't you dare!"Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"If I even lose my child, you'll see what I will do!"

This time, Daisy was truly frightened by the fierceness in Grace's eyes. A woman might be weak, but a mother was strong. Daisy believed Grace was capable of such actions. Daisy left.

Carson, at his wit's end, held the baby. "Hurry up and take the baby. Her face is red from crying."

Grace took the baby and cradled Austin gently in her arms, pressing her cold cheek against Austin's delicate forehead.

Austin suddenly stopped crying and stayed quietly in her arms.

Grace's tears streamed down her face.

Carson didn't know how to comfort her, scratching the back of his head. He murmured softly, "Kids cry, adults cry."

He then said, "Okay, don't cry. I know you're worried about the 160 thousand dollars. Don't worry, I'll earn money to pay it back. As for our mom, you don't have to worry too much. I'll keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn't tell Brian about the baby."

It took Grace a long time to stop crying.

Grace stayed at Carson's place. Carson grew fond of Austin very quickly, and in just a few days, they became acquainted.

During this time, the internet was flooded with commercials for "She Came From the Dust".

Her comic had also experienced another surge in traffic thanks to the movie's publicity and had been generating significant revenue lately.

The movie premiered at the end of the month, and Grace, entranced by the promotional video, impulsively purchased a ticket.

The movie was scheduled for nine o'clock. Grace finished her meal, tucked Austin into bed, and instructed Carson, "I'm stepping out. If Austin cries, it means she's hungry. Just prepare the formula and feed her."

"Okay," Carson replied.

Grace donned her mask and hat, slipped into some comfortinet loose clothing, and wrapped herself snugly. Having recently givenbirth, comfort was her priority.

The area in front of the movie theater was bustling with people. Grace followed the crowd into the screening room and settled in the back row.

As the seats filled up, a towering figure suddenly loomed before her, giving her a oppressing sensation in the dimly lit theater.

Grace tensed up, staring in disbelief at the man standing before her.

His gaze locked onto hers at the same time.

Panicked, Grace instinctively lowered her head, pulled down the brim of her hat, and entertained fleeting thoughts of escape.

Then Brian's composed voice broke the tension. "Excuse me I believe t e

dropped my keys on your seat."

Grace paused, momentarily bewildered.

Did he not recognize her?

Realization dawned. She was so inconspicuously dressed, wrapped even she could hardly she recognize herself. How could he up tightly, that even she recognize her?

Without a word, she fumbled for the keys, retrieved them, and handed them over to Brian.

"Thank you," Brian said, accepting the keys.

Grace's hand trembled suddenly as their skin briefly touched.