Falling For My Contractual Wife (Brian and Grace) novel Chapter 817

Alicia did not get to the bottom of it. She only comforted him, "No, you look so kind. I believe you will find your daughter."

"Thank you, young lady," said Marshall.

"If you don't mind, I can visit you more often in the future." Alicia tilted her head and smiled at him.

Marshall smiled. "Alright. Thank you. I should go home."

Alicia quickly helped him up. "Marshall, let me send you back."

"No need. I'll call the driver to pick me up."

Alicia was stunned for a moment. "Oh, then I'll stay here with you."

Marshall smiled. "Thank you."

It seemed like he didn't want to talk.

Alicia tried to find something to say. "Marshall, where do you live? I'll visit you next time."

Marshall glanced at her. He felt the girl was warm-hearted and didn't want her to feel awkward, so he told her his address.

After a while, Marshall's driver arrived.

Alicia watched him leave and waved her hand. "You must take good care of yourself to find your daughter as soon as possible."

"Thank you, young lady."

As the car drove away, the smile on Alicia's face gradually turned cold.

*****

The party ended and the guests dispersed.

Grace leaned against the sofa and looked at Brian.

He looked at her from afar. Their gazes were fixed on each other's faces. For Brian, it was a silent seduction for her to look at him so intently.

His gaze was too terrifying as if he wanted to swallow her.

Brian could tell that she was nervous. He patiently and gently coaxed her over and over again.

In the bathroom, the air was filled with mist. It was a passionate scene.

*****

Grace was wearing a bathrobe and looking at the night sky on the balcony. Brian hugged her waist from behind and rested his head on her shoulder. He sighed in satisfaction. "It's so good. You've finally returned to my side. This feeling is like a dream."

Grace leaned back slightly and pressed her cheek against him. "Yes, everything feels like a dream. Five years ago, no, it should be eight years ago. I didn't even dare to dream of this day."

Brian turned her body around and looked at her affectionately. "Gracey, when did you start to fall in love with me? Huh?"

Grace pulled his hand away. "Who said I liked you eight years ago? I didn't."

"Alright, alright. I fell in love with you first." Brian chuckled. "When I first saw you, there was a strong desire telling me that I wanted to have you. Perhaps this is the most primitive form of love."