Falling For My Contractual Wife (Brian and Grace) novel Chapter 235

Grace bit down hard.

Brian clenched his fist tightly and did not move.

The contractions ended and Grace regained a trace of energy. She looked at his arm which was bleeding from her bite and frowned hard.

At this moment, the doctor came in to check the cervix.

"The cervix has opened to four fingers wide. If you haven't eaten, I suggest you eat some food so that you will have the strength to give birth later."

As soon as the nurse finished speaking, Brian asked, "What do you want to eat? I'll go buy it."

Grace shook her head. The contractions started again. She said with difficulty, "I don't want to eat."

The nurse said, "If you don't want to eat, you can have some chocolate to supplement your sugar level."

Brian waited for Grace to recover from the pain and immediately went to the supermarket downstairs to buy chocolate for her.

His hair was disheveled from running, and he was panting slightly.

Brian unwrapped the chocolate and fed it to Grace. She looked at him in a daze. Was it her imagination? Why did she see nervousness on his face?

Grace finished the chocolate mechanically, and the doctor came in to let her enter the delivery room.

Brian followed behind and wanted to enter the delivery room but was stopped by the doctor. "I'm sorry, sir. You can't enter the delivery room. Please wait outside."

Grace entered the delivery room and the door closed. Grace suddenly grabbed the attending doctor's hand and knelt on the ground.

The doctor was shocked. "Hey! What are you doing? Get up."

Grace raised her head and looked at the doctor. Her eyes were filled with tears. "Doctor, I beg you to help me. He's not my family. He wants to take my child away after my child is born and separate us."

The doctors and nurses looked at her in shock.

There was no movement inside for a long time. Brian paced back and forth in the corridor, and his heart subconsciously raced.

His mind could not help but wonder if the child would be a boy or a girl.

If the child were a girl, he was sure she would look like Grace. Her skin would be soft and tender. If the child were a boy...

A chubby little face had already appeared in his mind. The child was a smaller version of himself.

Brian realized what he was thinking and shook his head fiercely.

Any outcome would have to wait until after the paternity test.

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In the delivery room, Grace bit on the gauze. Her face was covered in cold sweat.