Falling for My Contractual Wife (Grace and Brian) novel Chapter 663

Grace closed her eyes. Another problem arose before the previous problem was resolved, overwhelming her to the point of making it difficult for her to catch her breath.

She thought, 'If Brian's mental capacity has reduced due to saving me and we manage to find Austin later, how should I tell her?'

Grace looked at Brian on the bed, tears streaming down her face involuntarily again.

"Brian, our daughter isn't dead," she said. "We're close to finding her. Nothing must happen to you..."

When Brian woke up again, it was already midnight. He felt very uncomfortable all over. As soon as he got up, he started clamoring for a shower.

Grace took him to the bathroom and handed him the new T-shirt and shorts she had bought for him on the first day of his hospital stay.

Brian took the clothes and grabbed her hand, saying, "Honey, aren't you coming in with me?"

Grace looked at him awkwardly, his innocent eyes making her feel sorry for him.

She smiled faintly and stood on tiptoe to stroke his hair, saying, "You're all grown up now. You have to take a shower by yourself."

"But you're my wife," Brian said. "Can't I shower with you?"

Grace was left speechless.

She thought, 'Can anyone tell me why, at the intellectual level of a seven or eight-year-old, he still knows about these things?'

Brian noticed that she was unwilling. His handsome face was filled with disappointment, and he slowly closed the door.

Grace suddenly thought of the wound on his forehead and let out a long sigh. "Wait a moment!" she said. "I'll help you shower."

Brian was overjoyed. He swiftly opened the door, his attractive eyes shining brightly.

Half an hour later, Grace came out of the bathroom with a blush.

Brian's expression did not change, but his breathing was rapid.

Grace hurriedly turned off the lights and said, "Sleep!"

Brian wrapped his arm around Grace's waist and closed his eyes in satisfaction.

With his head still aching a little, he held onto Grace and soon drifted off to sleep.

He stood on the bridge and looked at his father from afar. His raised hand slowly fell.

Brian desperately tried to see the man's face clearly, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not see it clearly.

He wanted to walk over and rescue the man, but he felt as if one thousand pounds were weighing down on his feet. He couldn't lift them no matter how hard he tried.

"Brian. Brian? Brian... Wake up!"

His body was trembling, and he tightly gripped Grace's arm with both hands.

"Brian? Brian?"

Brian suddenly opened his eyes and panted heavily.

Grace hurriedly patted his back and asked in a soft voice, "Did you have a nightmare? What did you dream about? Do you remember anything?"

Brian slowly lifted his head to look at her. He then pulled her into his arms in one swift motion.

"Honey, I'm so scared," he said.