Chapter 294 Then Tell Me You Love Me
On the way back, neither of them said a word.
Finally, Grace couldn't hold it in any longer and turned to Henry, asking softly, "Did you hear that?"
Henry's eyes were intense. He leaned over and pressed a button, creating a private space in the back seat. Calmly, he asked, "Hear what? That you don't care about my past? That you don't mind if I see other women?"
Grace could sense his tone was off, and she didn't want things to get too tense, so she backed down. "That's not what I meant. I just don't like her!"
Henry shot back, "Then do you like me?"
The car felt even smaller now with Henry demanding an answer. He leaned in, half-pressing her against the seat.
They were so close, their noses almost touching, their breaths mingling.
Grace's breathing hitched. She struggled a bit but then noticed a change in Henry's body. She couldn't help but glance down. His high-quality suit pants were noticeably bulging.
Henry's voice was low and rough. "It's been so long, and you don't want me to touch you. Is it because you don't like me anymore?"
"No!" Grace's voice trembled as she closed her eyes slightly.
"Then tell me you love me!" Henry said.
Grace slowly opened her eyes, meeting Henry's intense gaze filled with desire. She couldn't say it.
Henry moved closer, pressing his body against hers.
He seemed determined to get an answer. He kissed her, and after a long time, he whispered, "Then show me with your body?"
He told her he'd been thinking about it for a long time and couldn't hold back anymore.
Grace thought that if a man held back too much, his sexual function might decline. Better to satisfy him.
Otherwise, if he messed around and brought back an STD, it would be a disaster. Besides, she didn't want to strain their relationship too much, so she took the initiative to kiss him passionately.
Henry was getting impatient. He checked the time, then pressed his forehead against Grace's. "Shall we go to a nearby hotel?"
Grace refused. She wrapped her arms around his neck and softly murmured, "Let's go back to the villa."
Henry felt a rush of heat. He hadn't felt this way in a long time. He kept caressing her body, whispering sweet nothings, "You want to make love on our bed at home, don't you?"
Grace felt shy. Henry was teasing her, but she didn't feel the need. Even if she did, it was very little.
Henry was a mature man; he noticed that.
When they arrived at the villa, he carried her upstairs, pushed open the bedroom door, and placed her on the soft edge of the bed. The bed sank deeply, and she lay there, looking up at him.
Henry didn't turn on the light. In the dimness, he slowly took off his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt, and removed his belt. While doing this, he kept his eyes on Grace, not missing any subtle changes in her expression.
When he leaned over and passionately kissed her ear, his voice was muffled and hoarse. "Do you feel it?"
He was afraid of hurting her, so he held back.
Grace leaned in to kiss him, softening her body, which was undoubtedly an invitation.
Henry kept kissing her, his heavy breathing showing just how much he was holding back. He looked down at Grace, her delicate face and refined features slightly contorted with pain, her body moving with his, her hair spread out on the dark sheets.
The scene was intense and incredibly stimulating.
Henry finally lost control. He hadn't made love in a long time, and once wasn't enough; he went for a second round.
Afterward, Henry carried her to the bath and then brought her back. After a man is satisfied, his temper improves remarkably, and his words were filled with tenderness. "Does it hurt? If it does, I'll get some ointment."
Grace, wearing a thin bathrobe, lay weakly on the pillow and gently shook her head.
Henry, with a relaxed expression, couldn't help but lean down to kiss her again. He whispered in her ear, telling her how comfortable and enjoyable it had been.
Late at night, in the private space of a couple, nothing was too much to say, especially when she was so soft in his arms.
Henry's heart was pounding.
He told Grace to rest while he went to take a shower. When he came back, he saw her sitting at the dressing table, applying face cream. He had seen this scene thousands of times, but never had it moved him as much as it did now.
Henry hugged her from behind, his skin still warm, continuously kissing her delicate skin. He wasn't fully satisfied; his body still wanted more, but Grace had had enough, so he held back.
Henry's heart was full. Just as he was about to take the face cream from her hand, his eyes caught something.
He saw a small bottle in the drawer and immediately recognized it as long-term birth control pills.
Henry recalled their earlier intimacy. When he wanted to use a condom, Grace softly said no. He thought it was mutual consent, but he didn't expect that she had been secretly taking pills.
In that moment, Henry felt a sense of loss.
But he didn't show it. He still applied the face cream for her, still treated her gently. He no longer demanded her submission or sought her love and affection.
Over time, Henry gradually realized that some things, like feelings, couldn't be forced.
Later, after Grace fell asleep, he quietly got out of bed.
He went to check on the kids, tucking them in. Taylor woke up groggily and hugged Henry's neck, snuggling into his arms. Henry comforted her for a while.
When he returned to the bedroom, he sat in the living room and smoked a cigarette.
The light blue smoke rose, swirling around, making his handsome face slightly blurry, but it didn't alleviate his inner anxiety. He longed for Grace so much, but there was always a barrier between them—a barrier named Elodie.
Henry knew he should give Grace time, but the more he cared, the more disappointed he felt.
The bedroom door opened softly.
Grace came out barefoot. Henry looked up at her, his eyes still dark. He didn't hide it from her.
Grace walked over, took the cigarette from his fingers, and put it out.
He stared at her intently. After a while, Henry gently pulled her, and she fell onto his lap. He leaned in to kiss her, his body carrying a faint scent of tobacco.
Grace wanted to speak, but Henry wouldn't let her. He lifted her body and whispered hoarsely, "Don't take the pills anymore. I'll use condoms."