Falling for My Contractual Wife

Grace walked around outside for a long time. She did not know what she should do since it was nighttime. She did not dare to go back alone.

Suddenly, she saw a firefighter coming out of a supermarket. He bought a bottle of Coke and was walking toward the fire brigade not far away. She walked up to him. “Sir, excuse me. Are you a firefighter?”

The young man looked at her and smiled shyly. “I am. What’s up? Is there anything I can help you with?”

Grace grabbed his shirt as if she had found her savior. “Can you do me a favor? There seems to be a thief in my house. I don’t dare to go back alone. Can you go with me?”

The firefighter sized her up and could tell her helplessness. He nodded and said, “Okay.”

Grace said gratefully. Thank you!”

She led the firefighter back and opened the door. The firefighter asked her to hide behind him. He checked all the places in the house where people could hide. After confirming that there was no one, he called Grace in.

“Check if anything is missing. If it is, call the police.”

Grace thought of the money in her suitcase and hurriedly ran into the bedroom to open it.

The cash inside was indeed gone..

There used to be about 40 thousand dollars there, but now all the money was gone. Grace slumped to the ground.

Fortunately, she had brought some cash with her when she went around.

The firefighter squatted down. “What’s wrong? Did you lose something? Let me call the police for you!”

As he spoke, he took out his phone.

Grace came back to her senses and hurriedly stopped him. “No, we can’t call the police!”

Once she called the police, Brian would quickly find out where she was. It was still uncertain if the one who broke into the house was Brian’s man or a thief.

The firefighter asked curiously, “Why?”

Grace didn’t know how to explain it to him. She thought for a moment and said, didn’t lose anything valuable. I just lost a few bank cards. I’ll just go to the bank and report my card lost.”

The fireman looked at her for a moment. “Okay then. Do you want to change your lock?”

Grace nodded. She had to change her lock.

The firefighter was kind–hearted and knew that she was afraid to do it alone, so he went out with her to find a lock shop.

The firefighter accompanied her until she was done changing the lock before leaving.

Grace wanted to send him downstairs, but he refused. “If you send me down, won’t you be afraid when you come Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

back alone later?”

Grace thought for a moment and suddenly asked, “Can I have your number?”

“Of course. If you need any help in the future, you can call me.”

The young man gave her his phone number. “My name is Adam Jenkins. You can call me Adam.”

Grace saved his number and called him. She looked at him and smiled. “My name is Grace Sherman. Thank you. for your help.”

Feeling a bit embarrassed, Adam smiled and scratched the back of his head. “You’re certainly welcome. It’s what I should do. I should go now.”

After Grace returned to her apartment, she looked at the empty house and still felt a lingering fear.

Closing her eyes, she could always picture someone rummaging through the house.

1200 in

Grace was curled up on the sofa. She turned the stereo up to maximum volume with Strawberry in her arms.

She would look at the door warily if there was any movement outside: Even the sound of the wind outside the window could make her hair stand on end. She felt that she was already mentally unstable.

Grace hugged Strawberry tightly as tears rolled down her face.

If she hadn’t met Brian, she might have met an ordinary man who loved her wholeheartedly and lived an ordinary life.