Chapter 234 They Lived Like a Real Couple
As soon as the words left his mouth, both of them froze, especially Henry.
How could Henry forget that Grace was now with Owen, and he was just the ex? This kind of closeness was totally out of line; how could he still dream of having her all to himself?
The vibe got a bit chilly. Grace wanted to step back, but Henry, snapping back to reality, still held her slim waist. He whispered, "Just let me hold you a bit longer."
Grace didn't push him away. In the quiet room, no one dared to interrupt. She relaxed and pressed her face against his neck, their skin warm against each other.
Her voice was low, almost a whisper. "Henry, we have to part ways eventually! Sooner or later, it's just a matter of time."
Henry knew that one word could make her leave Owen and return to him completely. But what about the future? Could he guarantee her happiness?
Henry looked down at Grace, then fished out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. But holding her made it tricky to pull one out, so he just fiddled with the pack single-handedly for a while, his blue eyes locked on her. "I'm scared you'll regret it!"
After saying that, Henry paused. Then, as if making a decision, he said, "When Owen gets back from his trip, we'll end this! If you're down, we can live like a couple until then."
He cared so much about other men, yet he was so humble at this moment. It wasn't the thrill of an affair he craved, but the reluctance to let go of this chance, to refuse the Grace in his arms, who once belonged to him.
Grace didn't explain. She tilted her head slightly and kissed him lightly.
Henry's blue eyes still stared intently at her, and he placed the pack of cigarettes on the small dining table beside them. Then he lifted her skirt, revealing a soft, long leg.
He deepened the kiss, his hand supporting her, giving her pleasure.
Such one-sided giving, in such a stimulating place, Grace couldn't hold back. She bit lightly on his shoulder, her voice thin, charming, and somewhat fragmented. "Henry, no, there are people outside."
Henry didn't care about himself; he insisted on giving her pleasure. His blue eyes watched her confusion and passion, his voice tight with a hint of controlled desire. "This is what you want! Grace, you want it."
They had been married for years; he knew her body well. It didn't take long to satisfy her. Afterwards, Grace leaned against his neck, breathing heavily, his skin burning hot.
The large room was filled with the soft, charged breathing of two people, each breath a silent testament to the underlying attraction between them.
At this moment, the oven made a "ding" sound; the pizza was ready. Grace clung tightly to Henry's neck, her voice soft. "You go out and watch the kids first, I'll finish the pizza."
Henry didn't let go immediately. He made a request, "Stay tonight."
Grace's face flushed slightly. She had something to discuss with him too, so she softly agreed, and then urged him to go out. "You've been in here a long time, the maids will gossip."
Henry's gaze was deep. After a moment, he spoke slowly, "They've been through this, they probably guessed it already."
Grace guessed he did it on purpose. When she got up, she deliberately pressed against his penis, causing him pain, but Henry didn't get angry. His blue eyes just darkened, carrying a hint of desire.
This clandestine moment of togetherness, beyond its warmth, also held an unspoken flirtation between them. Even though they had been married before, they had been apart for years, so it still felt fresh.
At night, the kids were out cold, and the nanny had them covered. Grace took a bath in the guest room, slapped on some skincare, and threw on a silk nightgown before heading to Henry's room.
She didn't overthink it, just knocked and walked in.
Inside, two male caregivers were getting ready to help Henry with his bath.
Henry's shirt was unbuttoned down to the third button, showing off his firm chest. He was chilling in his wheelchair, chatting with the caregivers like it was no big deal. But when he locked eyes with Grace, his blue eyes narrowed, letting her know he wasn't cool with it. Maybe the whole disability thing was something Henry could never really get used to.
Grace got it. Before he could say anything, she stepped in, gently telling the caregivers, "I'll take care of Mr. Montague."
The two guys looked confused.
Henry stared at Grace, feeling super humiliated. His pride took a hit; the last thing he wanted was for Grace to see him like this. He kept his eyes on Grace but told the caregivers, "You can leave now."
The two guys, who were from the Montague Group hospital, didn't dare to stick around and quickly left. Now it was just Henry and Grace, and the room got eerily quiet. Grace wasn't sure if Henry would blow up; she knew how proud he was.
The soft light cast a gentle glow. Henry raised his hand and kept unbuttoning his shirt. When all the buttons were undone, he looked at Grace at the door, his voice a bit rough. "Didn't you say you'd take care of me? Why are you just standing there?"
Grace hurried over, half-kneeling in front of him, her hand on his knee, looking up at him. Henry caught a whiff of her scent, touched her thin shoulder, and asked softly, "You took a bath?"
Grace nodded. She pushed him to the bathroom, gently unbuckled his belt, and with some effort, pulled off his pants. When she was about to remove his thin black underwear, Henry gently stopped her hand.
He looked down at her seriously. "Grace, I can't feel my legs. If I want to bathe, I need two adult caregivers."
He didn't want her to be sad, so he gently held her hand after saying this.
Grace knelt in front of Henry. He didn't want her to be sad, but how could she not be? She leaned gently into his arms, her hair falling along his legs. At this moment, she looked very obedient, just like before, as Henry's wife.
Henry couldn't help but touch Grace's golden hair. She was just in her early thirties, so young. How could he bear to keep her by his side?
After a long time, he said very gently, "Call the caregivers in."
Grace didn't push it. She tied her clothes, grabbed a suit jacket from the wardrobe, and put it on before going to open the door.
The two caregivers were still there. Seeing Grace, they called out, "Mrs. Montague."
Grace's eyes were a bit red, but she held back, speaking in a normal tone, "Help Mr. Montague bathe."
While Henry bathed, she stayed in the living room reading. This short time was torturous for both Henry and Grace. As he said, being with him meant accepting a lot of things. Grace wasn't afraid of hardship; she only feared hurting Henry's pride.
The two caregivers were pros. Half an hour later, Henry was clean and leaning against the bed. They tidied up the bathroom before leaving. Of course, with two male caregivers in the bedroom, Grace felt awkward. She waited for them to leave before going back in.
The bedroom lights were off; only a reading lamp was on. Seeing her come in, Henry reached out to her, asking her to lie beside him.