Falling for My Contractual Wife (Grace and Brian) novel Chapter 660

Grace pursed her lips. "Please sleep. I'm not sleepy."

"I'll only get sleepy after a while. Let's count sheep together. If you don't feel like it, then I can sing for you."

Grace was completely baffled.

In the end, Grace lay beside Brian. Brian wrapped all four limbs around her like an octopus.

He was still hugging her tightly when she woke up the next day.

Grace moved, and he woke up with a start. "Good morning."

"You're awake. I'll go get you discharged."

Grace coldly removed his hand and walked out of the ward.

After a while, she realized that Brian had also come out and followed her. He was tall and had an outstanding appearance. He stood out among the crowd like a sore thumb, attracting everyone's attention.

They completed the discharge procedures and were about to leave when they saw the fishermen who had saved them. He had made fish soup for them.

When the fishermen saw that they had completed the discharge procedures, he asked in surprise, "Are you... ready to leave?"

Grace sighed slightly. "He has lost his memory. I plan to take him back to Capern City for treatment."

The fisherman nodded at her words. "That's true. Capern City is more developed and has good medical facilities. He'll definitely recover quickly from treatment there."

"This is the fish soup I made for you. You haven't had breakfast yet, have you? If you don't mind, you can have some."

Grace gratefully took the soup from him. "Thank you! If it weren't for you, we would have died long ago. I really don't know how to thank you for being so caring and bringing us food."

"It's nothing."

She was in no position to ask him for anything else. She thought for a moment and said, "Sir, it's still early. Can I come to your house?"

The fisherman happily agreed. "Of course!"

The little girl obediently ran inside the house and brought coffee. "Brian, Grace, please have some coffee."

"Thank you."

Grace sat down on the stool. Brian stood beside her and did not move. He lowered his head and stared at his shoes. He didn't have a pleasant expression on his face.

Although Brian had lost his memory, his mysophobia had not changed.

Grace pulled him to sit down. Brian looked at the dark bench and reluctantly sat down.

He didn't place his whole bottom on the stool completely, afraid that he would dirty his entire butt.

The fisherman looked at him with a smile. "Sir, try this. We brewed this coffee from a special kind of plant we grow here. It is very aromatic and tastes good."

Grace noticed Brian did not move and knew he dreaded using the fisherman's coffee mugs.