Chapter 31 Only When You Recover Well, You Have the Strength to Escape
Henry didn't say anything, just glanced at Frank who followed him to the door.
Frank knew Henry was angry, so he went up and grabbed her. "Juniper, stop it!"
Juniper, visibly agitated, turned and shook off his hand, staring at Henry intently: "Don't pull me. I'm telling you, if anything happens to Grace, all of you in the Montague family will suffer a lot."
Henry didn't explain anything because it wasn't necessary.
After Juniper finished speaking, she sat by the bed, gently brushed Grace's hair from her forehead, and noticed a faint knife scar on her neck. Although it was shallow, she still saw it.
In an instant, she understood the general situation. Grace had probably threatened Henry with her life.
She pulled out Grace's hand from under the blanket and gently rubbed the back of her hand. "You're such a fool, just like back then."
Her eyes began to redden, but when she saw the bandage on Grace's arm, she rolled up her sleeve. The 1.5-foot-long bandage was tightly wrapped around her arm.
Juniper cried. Grace was her only friend in the world closer than family. If anything happened to her, she would lose the will to live.
A moment later, she walked out of the room and glanced at Frank and Henry talking outside the door.
Juniper squinted at Henry, rolled up her sleeves, and was about to hit him.
But Frank grabbed her wrist. "Enough, come back with me. Why are you meddling in their family affairs?"
Juniper, frustrated and about to say something, was stopped by a look from Frank.
Helpless, she could only glare at Henry, warning him that if he dared to bully Grace again, she wouldn't let him off.
Henry didn't care about any of this, but he hadn't expected Grace to have such a loyal friend.
He had seen the injuries on Rebecca's face, almost disfiguring her, each punch delivered with full force.
He suddenly realized that after three years, he knew almost nothing about Grace, not even who her friends were.
At this moment, Elodie suddenly sent a message saying she wanted to see him.
Henry didn't care about Elodie at the moment, but he didn't want to fall out with her either, so he didn't reply. He just sat quietly by Grace's bed all morning.
It wasn't until noon when Celeste appeared and informed him of an important meeting in the afternoon that he left.
After Henry left.
Celeste looked at the wound on Grace's arm and couldn't help but feel a chill. Just from this, Grace had surpassed Elodie by far.
She was so ruthless!
Celeste couldn't help but admire Grace's courage.
But the funny thing was, she was still using her title as Mrs. Montague to threaten Henry.
Without that title, even if she really died, it would be an insignificant matter.
But at this moment, Grace had already woken up.
She stared at Celeste, who was lost in thought by the bed, couldn't help but chuckle. "Grace, you are indeed better than Elodie."
As she spoke, she dialed Henry's phone and informed him that Grace had woken up.
Upon hearing this, Henry immediately postponed the afternoon meeting and turned back to the hospital.
During this time, Grace just gave Celeste a cold look and then turned her head to look out the window. The hazy light fell on her, casting a few broken shadows.
A moment later, Henry arrived, sat by the bed, and looked at Grace's weak appearance, his voice very gentle. "Are you hungry? I'll have someone make you a bowl of oatmeal."
Grace didn't want to talk to him. She turned her head and shrank into the blanket.
Henry knew what she was thinking, so he said. "Clara has been released. She should be at Serenity General Hospital now. Grace, I don't want today's events to be known by others, okay?"
Upon hearing that Clara had been released, Grace emerged from the blanket, looking at him excitedly. "Has Clara really come back?"
Henry gently stroked her cheek. "If she hadn't been released, would you threaten me with a knife again?"
Grace heard the teasing in his words and turned her head, not wanting to talk to him.
Seeing this, Henry called Celeste to make some oatmeal and bring it over.
A moment later, the oatmeal was brought in, smelling delicious.
Henry stroked her cheek and said softly. "Get up and have some oatmeal. You've been unconscious for several hours and your are very weak."
But Grace was too weak to sit up, and Henry saw her predicament., so he supported her body and let her lean on his shoulder.
Henry picked up the oatmeal and scooped a spoonful to Grace's mouth.
Grace looked at him, reluctantly raised her hand, and took the spoon. "No need to trouble Mr. Montague."
She said this and took a bite. She didn't want to die so soon.
But after a few bites, she listened to Henry's heartbeat beside her ear, strong and rhythmic.
She gradually lost focus, smelling the cologne on Henry, and suddenly thought of the scene last night when Henry humiliated her in a special position.
This added a touch of blush to her already pale face.
Henry stared at her, entranced, and pinched her chin to make her look at him: "What are you thinking about?"
His long fingers touched her delicate lips.
Grace couldn't help but spit out the oatmeal in her mouth, spraying it all over Henry's suit.
Henry frowned, took a tissue from the side, and handed it over. "Mrs. Montague, Do you admit that you are my wife?"
He chuckled softly, his eyes carrying a hint of gentleness. "When you recover, we can play well"
Grace wiped her mouth, shrank back into the blanket, turned her head, and ignored him. "I need to rest."
Henry found it amusing. "Well, do you really think I'm going to have sex with you now? Grace, I'm not interested in patients."
He thought of the doctor's words, knowing that Grace needed rest now, so he didn't say anything more. After tucking her in, he placed his hand inside her blanket. "Keep your head out, don't suffocate. only when you recover well, you have the strength to escape"
Grace didn't say anything. Henry just sat quietly beside her, and suddenly Grace's voice broke the silence.
Her voice carried a hint of fragility. "Henry, do you know when I stopped loving you?"
Hearing her voice, Henry felt a bit more at ease and replied gently. "I don't know. Please enlighten me, Mrs. Montague."
Grace turned over, revealing a small head, her innocent eyes carrying a hint of something different. "I could feel your neglect, but I was always unwilling to give up. I always thought my actions could move you, make you fall in love with me, but I was wrong."
As she spoke, a tear appeared at the corner of her eye. "So, I used to love you, cared about all your thoughts, and tried my best to please you."
In the warm sunlight, Henry listened intently, watching Grace's face, which was flushed pink by the sunlight. "So, you don't love me anymore now?"
Grace just looked at him quietly, her meaning very clear without words.
Grace had said before that she didn't love him, but he had always taken it as a threat. But now, after her self-harming behavior, he took it seriously.
But he didn't care. He never believed in these intangible feelings. He was a businessman, only interested in benefits.
Even his wife and children would be just accessories to benefits and power.
Henry reached out to touch Grace's cheek, but she instinctively shrank back into the blanket, unable to hide the fear in her eyes.
He was a bit annoyed, but considering that Grace was a patient now, he didn't argue with her. After drawing the curtains and turning off the lights, he lay down beside her. "Rest well today. I'll stay with you tonight."
Grace didn't believe he had a change of heart, at most, he was afraid she would take the opportunity to retaliate against him, which would negatively affect the Montague family's shares.
The two remained silent. After a busy night, Henry felt a bit sleepy and lay down beside her, watching her back as he fell asleep.
She slept very quietly, which reminded him of Elodie at Serenity General Hospital. Elodie would grind her teeth and sleep restlessly, often kicking the blanket.
Originally, he had intended to marry her out of gratitude, but her sleeping habits were hard to overlook.
But thinking that even if he married her, he wouldn't sleep with her many times, he decided to endure it. But now, it seemed that Grace was indeed the most suitable person to be his wife.
In the air, the sound of two faint breaths gradually deepened.
In the middle of the night, the sound of running water woke Henry.
He opened his eyes and saw that Grace had disappeared from the bed.
The sound of running water came from the adjacent private bathroom.
Henry knew she must be taking a bath. The only thing he knew about Grace was that no matter the weather, she would bathe every night.
But she was a patient now, and her wounds couldn't get wet. He walked to the bathroom door and opened it.
For a moment, their eyes met.
Grace was wiping her body with a towel, the bathtub in front of her filled with water.
Her long hair draped over her back, her skin delicate but showing a fragile paleness.
Clearly, her body was still very weak.
Seeing Henry enter, Grace was momentarily stunned. In her panic, she grabbed the towel to cover her chest, but her foot slipped, and she fell towards the ground.
Henry quickly stepped forward and caught her just before she hit the ground.
He looked at her angrily. "Grace, the doctor told you to rest. What are you doing? Don't you want to recover?"
Grace knew she was in the wrong. "But I just wanted to wipe my body."
Henry steadied her. "Your wounds can't get wet, or they'll leave scars. Do you want to go to a cosmetic surgeon to remove the scars?"
Grace felt wronged and lowered her head without saying anything.
But Henry, looking at her wet and enticing appearance, suddenly thought of last night's madness.
Although it was interrupted by Grace, they had still been entangled for a while. Moreover, every time he touched her, it was her most sensitive spot.
Her body must have reacted.
Henry stared at her body, took the towel from her hand, and hugged her from behind "Are you feeling ashamed to have my scent on you?"