Chapter 32 Henry, can you let me go, please?
Henry's eyes were deep, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking through them.
He placed his chin on Grace's shoulder, his voice magnetic and hoarse. "Mrs. Montague, how about I help you wipe your body?"
Before Grace could refuse.
Henry placed her on the nearby chair. Under the light, Grace's body glowed with a pinkish red.
This was a sign of Grace's shyness.
At this moment, if it were the old Grace, she would have really fallen.
But she knew this was just Henry's facade, much like his madness last night.
She had uncovered his mask and revealed his true face.
She no longer wanted to resist, it was meaningless. She was really tired.
Grace was very obedient, which surprised Henry.
He used the towel to move over various parts of her body, including sensitive areas.
Every touch made Grace react like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, sensitive and fragile.
After Henry dressed her, he carried her to the bed, his movements gentle, as if they were truly a loving couple.
He couldn't help but whisper in her ear. "Grace, did it feel good just now?"
Grace felt ashamed, turned around, and no longer looked at him, her petite body appearing especially cute.
Henry couldn't help but take another look, and the night passed without a word.
But how could he not know, when wiping her body, her eyes were filled with fear.
She was afraid he couldn't control himself and would make love to her on the spot.
Did she really see him as such a beast?
These past few days, the two had gotten along well, and no matter what Henry asked, Grace remained silent.
He had never seen Grace smile again.
These past few days, Grace seemed to Henry like she was trapped in a cage.
She ate very little, only a few bites each day, and after eating, she would lean on the hospital bed, quietly reading a book in the sunlight.
One day, Celeste rushed into the ward.
Her voice was urgent. "Mr. Montague, there's a banquet you need to attend, the key to this project lies in this banquet."
Henry nodded. "Lead the way."
Celeste walked up to Henry, intimately reaching out to straighten his tie.
But this action made Henry slightly angry, he grabbed Celeste's hand, his gaze becoming sharp. "Celeste, have you forgotten my words so quickly?"
Seeing this, Celeste quickly withdrew her hand, holding a piece of lint from Henry's tie. "Mr. Montague, there was lint on your tie."
Henry said nothing, just glanced sideways at Grace, who was reading a book nearby, seemingly indifferent to their intimacy.
She used to like helping him straighten his tie, and every time she would give him a kiss.
She always looked forward to his praise, but every time Henry just patted her hand. Her smiling face would then fall.
In the end, he chose to leave the ward.
In the evening, Juniper came to visit Grace, bringing her a lot of fruit, all things Grace used to want to eat.
But Grace had no appetite, the feeling of being imprisoned made her feel suffocated.
Juniper sat by the bed, holding her delicate little hand. "Grace, I told Clara that you're on a business trip and can't come home for a while, so don't worry."
Grace nodded gratefully. "Thank you, Juniper, you're the only true friend I have now."
Juniper patted her hand. "It's nothing. By the way, Mr. Garcia should be back in a few days, right?"
Grace counted the days and realized it would be within the next few days. She nodded, understanding that Gavin had returned this time because of Henry, otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to come back so suddenly, at least not for a few more months.
As she thought about it, she remembered the violin in that room.
Juniper looked at Grace, as if hesitating whether to speak, biting her hand.
Grace noticed her subtle action, she knew Juniper had something to say. "Just say it, there's no one else here."
Seeing this, Juniper leaned close to her ear and whispered. "Do you know who Henry met at the banquet today?"
Grace guessed. "Was it Elodie?"
Juniper clapped her hands. "That's right! You wouldn't believe Elodie's two-faced act, she was following Henry around the whole time at the banquet."
"Does she really think she's Mrs. Montague? With that shabby look, anyone who didn't know would think she was a beggar."
"Do you know? She tried to play the violin in the banquet hall like you, but it was so bad it made me laugh."
She looked at Grace in surprise. "Hey, do you think when she woke Henry up back then, he was scared awake?"
Juniper laughed heartily.
Just as Grace was about to speak, the door was pushed open.
A cold voice came through. "I heard someone talking about me?"
Seeing this, Juniper knew she had been caught, but she didn't feel embarrassed, she laughed awkwardly. "No, just chatting with Grace."
At this moment, Frank appeared behind Henry, grabbing Juniper who was trying to escape, and took her away.
Juniper looked at Grace unwillingly. "Grace, remember to call me, I'll be there whenever you need. If you're bullied, tell me, I'll help you beat him up."
She glared at Henry. "Especially you."
Henry was not surprised, he just turned to look at Grace.
Grace was also looking at him, everything was understood without words.
Suddenly, his gaze fell on the breakfast on the table next to Grace, a bowl of oatmeal barely touched.
He sat beside her, looking at Grace who had been resting for two days.
After Juniper left, she just glanced at him and then continued to read her book, her loose hospital gown making her look dejected.
"Why aren't you eating? Tell me what you want to eat, and I'll have someone make it." Henry patiently leaned beside her and said.
Grace looked up at him and softly said. "I'm not hungry." She said this and then closed her book, preparing to lie down and rest.
But her indifference undoubtedly angered Henry.
He grabbed her hand, his eyes deep and unreadable, Henry looked at her slightly red eyes. "Are you not hungry, or is it that you just can't eat as long as you're by my side?"
His one hand gently caressed her cheek, as if looking at his treasured possession.
But Grace only felt he was mocking her, her emotions getting the better of her, she stared at him. "Henry, can you let me go? Since you know I don't like you, and there's no emotion in the days to come, why stubbornly keep me by your side?"