Chapter 131 His Flattery and Pleasing Her Were All in Vain!
The party wrapped up. Grace saw out the guests, checked the shop, and said goodbye to Juniper. Juniper noticed something was off with her and Henry and was worried.
Grace gave a faint smile. "It's nothing! Every couple argues."
She put Juniper in a taxi, watched it leave, then crossed her arms and walked to the parking lot.
The night breeze brushed her face as she wondered how she'd face Henry soon.
Henry was in the black Bentley, smoking. The smoke drifted from his lips, quickly torn apart by the wind, adding a chill to the air.
Grace got in the car and started to fasten her seatbelt. Henry put out his cigarette and leaned over, "Let me do it!"
"No need!" she said, but he held her hand.
They were close, his voice warm and ticklish in her ear.
Henry's blue eyes were deep. "Don't you want my help with this anymore?"
Grace was tired. "Henry, that's not what I mean! I've been busy all day and I'm exhausted!"
Henry fastened her seatbelt, his voice light. "Too tired to deal with me, huh?"
In the dim car, they looked at each other.
After a minute, Henry straightened up, gripped the steering wheel, and calmly said, "Let's go home."
Still a bit angry, Henry slept in the study instead of the bedroom.
The study sofa was uncomfortable, and he had insomnia, so he played a record to relax. The music always calmed him down.
By morning, his anger was gone.
Henry went to the bedroom but found it empty. The bed was neatly made.
In the dressing room, his clothes and accessories were ready.
After washing up and changing, Henry went downstairs. "Mira, did Mrs. Montague go to the shop?"
Mira was setting the table. She cheerfully replied, "No! Mrs. Grace Montague went to the Montague Manor to visit Mrs. Seraphina Montague. She wasn't feeling well last night, so Mrs. Grace Montague got up early to make her favorite soup and took it over!"
Henry felt relieved. He sat down for coffee and breakfast.
Mira gently reminded him, "Coffee is bad for your stomach, Mr. Montague. Better not drink it on an empty stomach!"
Henry put down the coffee cup, flipping through the paper. "Did Mrs. Montague tell you that?"
Mira, honest as always, rubbed her apron. "I saw it online! Mr. Montague, it also said..."
Henry paused his reading. "Got it! You can go now."
All day, he thought about Grace.
After work, he decided to pick her up and have dinner together to end their cold war.
Henry was in a good mood as he got into the car.
Before starting it, he considered sending Grace a Facebook message but decided a surprise would be better.
But the surprise was on him!
Ten minutes later, he parked and saw Grace talking to Lucas.
Grace was holding tulips, her back to Henry.
They exchanged a few words before Lucas left. When Grace turned around, Henry saw her eyes were moist.
In the spring, she wore a light blue dress, her blonde hair lightly tied up, looking beautiful and elegant.
But the moisture in her eyes was because of Lucas.
Henry leaned back in his seat, lowering his eyes with a self-mocking smile. Just when he felt a bit satisfied all day, Grace showed regret towards Lucas! Not being with Lucas was something she could never get over, right?
He thought she didn't love him because she liked Lucas. With Lucas in her heart, there was no room for him, the old Valentine.
Lately, he had indeed been attentive to Grace!
Henry knew Grace liked gentleness, so he treated her gently. After getting back together, he never forced her. He could say that every time they were intimate, it was consensual! If she showed any discomfort, he would hold back no matter how much he wanted it.
He pleased her, entertained her, accompanied her!
It turned out it was all his self-moved feelings. Grace didn't need any of it!
Henry suddenly remembered that these days, when he occasionally had late social engagements or worked overtime at the office, she never called him. He had once been smug about their harmonious married life, but now he realized it was just because she didn't care!
Grace didn't care about anything related to him, but she shed tears over a bouquet of tulips.
Henry's face was expressionless as he lit a cigarette.
He watched Grace enter the shop, saw her put the tulips into a vase, cherishing them in a way she never did with him.
Henry didn't get out of the car.
He didn't call Grace either. He drove aimlessly around the city. At 8 P.M., he received a call from Frank, "Henry, where are you? Come out for a drink!"
Henry looked at the neon lights in front of the car.
In a calm tone, he asked, "Where?"
Frank gave him the location, a private club that all the fun-loving people had been to.
Frank was just bored and calling people, not expecting Henry to agree so readily. Frank couldn't help but say, "Had a fight with Grace again? Henry, let me tell you..."
Henry hung up the phone directly.
At the club, a place of debauchery, a paradise for rich men.
The private room was filled with several young models and celebrities, the kind you usually see on TV, the ones who are quite famous! Of course, they acted very aloof on TV shows, but now they were all obedient and well-behaved, looking like they knew how to serve men.
Everyone knew Henry's rules.
No one dared to arrange women for him. All night, he just drank sullenly.
He leaned back slightly, smoking a cigarette, watching Frank flirt with women. He felt this wasn't the real Frank.
Frank had gotten a grip on the key aspects of the joint projects between the Green and Cavendish families, but that was just the tip of the iceberg.
Henry thought, 'a playboy is more reassuring to use, right?'
They played until ten at night. Several people were taken away by their wives or girlfriends. After fooling around with a woman, Frank returned to the private room, and Thalia came over and made a scene.
Frank, with a cigarette in his mouth, felt bored.
He looked at Thalia, sneering mockingly, "Why don't I go home? Of course, playing around is more fun than you! Mrs. Cavendish, if you feel lonely, you can find some fun yourself. I don't mind!"
Thalia was trembling with anger.
But Frank still left with her. After touching other women, he deliberately hugged Thalia in the back seat, treating her as he always did, like a prostitute.
Underneath him, Thalia was skinny and frail, but she couldn't arouse his pity.
After finishing, Frank threw her out of the car.
Thalia lay by the roadside, retching in disgust.
Less than two months into their marriage, she had been through the wringer.