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Falling for My Contractual Wife

Chapter 184
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Chapter 184 Grace teased. “I didn’t sleep well last night and didn’t want to delay the filming time. Coincidentally, | got off work on ttoday. | plan to sleep early tonight, so you won't claim | doze off on set to gain sympathy.” Brian was at a loss for words.

Actually, he did not mean what he said in the morning. He just wanted Grace to go back to the hotel quickly to rest because she did not look too good.

In the end, she insisted on staying on set to spite him. He had something urgent to attend to, so he ignored her and returned to his room.

A trembling voice could be heard from the other end of the video call. “Mr. Francis, the hacker is still attacking our defense system.

Brian frowned. He glanced at Grace and said in a low voice, “Understood. I'll keep my voice down.” He was about to close the door when Grace suddenly pressed her hand against it and said, “Wait.” She then asked, “Is there a bug in sprogram? Perhaps | can help you.” Grace did not know why she said that.

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After saying that, she regretted it a little. Why did she take the initiative to offer her help? Wasn't Brian mocking her enough? He would probably say she was taking the opportunity to get close to him again, right? Grace lowered her head and bit her lower lip. To her surprise, she heard Brian say, “Cin.” Brian walked back into the room.

Grace followed behind him. The choking smell of cigarettes in the room made Grace wrinkle her nose uncomfortably.

She requested, “Can you open the window?” Brian glanced at her and opened the window. Then, he sat in the office chair and pointed at the sofa, gesturing for her to sit.

Although Brian agreed to let her in, he did not intend to ask her for help. He returned to his matters once she entered the room.

Grace crossed her arms and looked at him.

Brian realized she was standing behind him and turned to look at her.

He was fixing the loophole. However, whenever it seemed to be fixed, another loophole would appear immediately after. There seemed to be no end in sight Grace looked at his computer screen and raised her eyebrows. “Didn't you letin to ask for my help? Can you please showthe most basic level of respect?” Brian was speechless.

1/2 Chapter 184 He stood up and said, “Have a seat.” Since Grace was eager to fix the prograin, Brian would let her try.

Brian walked to the dining table, opened a bottle of whiskey, poured it into a glass, and turned to see Grace expertly working on the code.

Brian looked at her in surprise. Her focus was on the computer screen as she worked.

Brian squatted beside her. He stared at her side profile in a daze.

Two hours later, Grace fixed the loophole. She had also written a more robust defensive code for every computer in Brian's company.

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Grace stretched, her bones cracking from staying in the sposition for so long.

Brian handed her a glass of wine. He said, “Drink some. It'll help you sleep better later.” Grace looked at the wine glass in his hand and did not move.

Brian put down the glass in embarrassment. He suggested, “Letmassage your shoulders.” With that, he placed his large hands on her shoulders.

There was almost no flesh on her shoulders. They were all bones. Only then did Brian realize that she was really skinny.

Grace closed her eyes and felt the warmth from Brian's palms.

Behind her, she heard Brian say in his low and hoarse voice, “You studied computing.” Grace grunted in response.

He asked, “Why didn’t you beca programmer? Why did you end up drawing comics at hinstead?” Grace said casually, “I didn’t have any work experience. Who would want to hire me?” Brian's fingers paused. He suddenly recalled that Grace had married him right after her graduation. She had not gone out to work for three years.

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