Falling for My Contractual Wife

"It's me, Brian. Do you know where's Grace now?" The call went through and Brian asked in a deep voice.

"Mr. Francis, didn't Miss Nova tell you? She's having dinner with Mr. Zen from the Finpulse Group."

When Brian heard that name, his brow furrowed fiercely. "Is she alone?"

"Yes, we need to work overtime today and Miss Nova asked me to stay in the company. She went there alone..."

Before Alice could finish, Brian hung up the phone.

*****

Grace returned to her seat in the private room, noticing her glass of wine refilled.

She pursed her lips, pretending not to see the wine. "Mr. Zen, let me tell you about our Wayne project."

"Hey, it's still early. Why talk business now? Come on, let's continue drinking. I feel a great connection with you like we've known each other for ages."

As Carter spoke, he picked up his glass and sat beside Grace.

"Here's to our friendship. Miss Sherman. I can invest in your project with just a word from you."

He leaned in and his breath smelling of smoke made Grace feel disgusted.

Since he didn't cross the line, Grace could only keep up appearances, smiling politely while holding her breath.

"Thank you, Mr. Zen."

After briefly clinking her glass with his, Grace leaned away and took a sip.noveldrama

Carter smiled lecherously while staring at her chest.

As Grace met his gaze after drinking, seeing his greasy face almost made her vomit.

She picked up her fork, maintaining polite distance while saying. "Mr. Zen, don't just drink, perhaps we should eat something. Drinking without eating anything isn't advisable."

"Alright, let's eat."

When they started with the appetizer, Carter bit a piece of Crostini and exclaimed, "This is delicious! The flavor is excellent, please try some."

He then used his hand to pick up a piece and put it on Grace's plate before she could react.

Grace wanted to avoid it, but it was too late.

She pursed her lips, thinking that Carter could have just offered her the food verbally, but instead, he used his hand to place the Crostini on her plate without waiting for her reaction.

Grace felt a sudden urge to vomit.

"Give it a try, this is the restaurant's signature dish, and it tastes good."

Grace was so disgusted that she didn't feel like eating anymore. She paused for a moment before setting down her cutlery. Then. she raised

her glass to him and engaged in

some small talk.

However, Carter kept serving her other side dishes and soon noticed she hadn't

eaten a single bite.

"Miss Sherman, why aren't you eating?"

Grace smirked slightly. "I don't feel like I have a good appetite today."

"Would you like to order something else?" Carter kept inching closer with each sentence, making Grace increasingly uncomfortable.

Unable to bear it, Grace stood up and said, "Mr. Zen, there's no need. I'm not feeling well today and Ineed to see a doctor. Let's reschedule for tomorrow."

Grace found out that Carter wasn't here to discuss business at all. Hence, there

was no point in wasting time here and making herself sick.

Then, she grabbed her bag and turned to leave.

However, the moment she turned around, Carter grabbed her wrist.

His earlier friendly expression changed into a cold smirk. "I see, you don't like me serving you food, right?"

Grace furrowed her brows and struggled. "Mr. Zen, you've misunderstood. I feel a little unwell and I need to leave."