A Contract Marriage After a ONS novel Chapter 465

No one knew who was on the other end of the phone. I t seemed like a friend because his expression appeared gentle.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, it had been for days. Early in the morning, Summer went to the dressing room and started with her makeup.

Grace and Sherman had arrived too. Grace did not look quite well, while Sherman seemed a lot calmer in contrast.

"What happened to you?" Sherman looked at Grace. " You appear to be in a bad mood."

"It's that old guy from the Morgan family! There are so many rules that he can publish a book about them already. Everything I do is not good in his eyes. He's always trying to find fault with me." Sitting on the couch, Grace fumed with rage as soon as she spoke about it.

"That's how it is after marriage. You don’t get to do things the way you want. You should also work on your temper. The more rules they have, the more you just have to take it as a learning point."

While she ran through her shiny curly hair, Grace's red lips formed into a smirk, and she sarcastically

replied, "Everyone says that the Morgan family's business is huge. Yet, that Mrs. Morgan is stingy on a whole other level. During our wedding, she gifted me a bracelet that was a family heirloom. I only got to wear i t for a day. Then, she took it back and put it on her granddaughter's wrist."

"I thought the Morgan family only had one son?"

Grace sneered. "It's her daughter's daughter. It's just a bracelet anyway, I don't need it. Even if it's an antique, I still don’t need it. What I don’t like is the person's way of doing things. You gave it and then took it back again, what is the meaning of that? Why not just keep i t in the first place? Was she trying to assert her position in the family as soon as I entered? She complains that my outfits are too revealing and unladylike. For Christ's sake, it's the 21st century already. Does she think that this is the baby boomer era? A scholar-gentry family, acting like a lady..."

Sherman slapped her hands a few times and hinted with her eyes. After all, it was Summer’s wedding day. It was not the time for her to rant and complain.

"I'm sorry, I didn't control my emotions well." Grace took a deep breath.

At that moment, someone knocked on the door.

Sherman looked at the time. "It's seven now. Could it b e Dean?"

While she spoke, she opened the dressing room door and was stunned. She was about to say "Dean," but she could no longer speak. 'What is this guy doing here?’