Chapter 52 It Was Enough to Have the Title of Mrs. Montague
The elevator was thick with tension. Henry couldn't take it anymore and blurted out, "Why'd you buy the medicine? The Montague Group's contraceptives..."
Grace scoffed, "What's the difference? They're all the same."
She looked at him, her tone light. "Why'd you come down? Shouldn't you be with Elodie? She seems to need you."
Henry's eyes darkened as he studied her face.
After a while, he looked away, adjusted his tie in the mirror, and asked, "What about you, Mrs. Montague? Don't you need my company?"
Grace met his gaze, her eyes indifferent. "Just having the title of Mrs. Montague is enough for me."
Henry's expression hardened with anger. "In that case, I must thank you for your remarkable generosity."
As Henry rode the elevator back, their heated exchange lingered. Frustrated, he ripped off his tie pin, cutting his hand in the process, which only soured his mood further.
Celeste noticed Henry's somber expression and sensed his displeasure with Grace. She wisely kept her distance. Elodie also noticed the tension. Only Rebecca, thinking she was clever, assumed Henry cared more about Elodie.
Rebecca said boldly, "Mr. Montague, even though you and Elodie aren't married, there are many things our Elodie..."
"Mom!" Elodie's face turned red.
She knew Henry didn't have feelings for her; his expression was always indifferent. But when he looked at Grace, it was different.
Rebecca, sensing Elodie's distress, held her tongue.
Henry's discontent was clear as he turned to Celeste and instructed, "Tighten the budget for the Williams family."
Elodie's face turned pale. Thanks to Henry, the Williams family had been living well. If he tightened the funds, their days would be much harder.
She thought of Grace's clothes and bag, which she knew were worth $100,000.
Feeling unbalanced, Elodie said, "Mr. Montague, my mom didn't mean it."
Henry's tone was cold. "I don't want there to be a next time!" He left with Celeste.
Henry went to the hospital to test a new medication on Elodie and unexpectedly ran into Grace, leading to an awkward confrontation.
After Henry left, Rebecca's legs were still trembling. Elodie cried, "Mom, why did you provoke her? Mr. Montague is cold to me now!"
In the evening, Henry drove back. The black Bentley parked in the villa's yard.
After cutting the engine, Henry finished his cigarette before stepping out. The conference room's AC had left him feeling under the weather, possibly with a fever.
Entering the hall, he asked the servant, "Where's Mrs. Montague?"
The servant took his coat and replied, "Mrs. Montague came back this afternoon; she's probably sleeping now."
Sleeping?
Henry glanced at the clock and chuckled. Ascending the stairs, he felt off, his steps not as brisk as usual.
On the second floor, he pushed open the master bedroom door. Grace was awake, lazily reading on the sofa by the window. This made Henry feel worse, as it seemed she didn't care about their argument. He unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt and walked towards her.
Grace watched Henry across the room. He reclined on the sofa, his head tilted back, eyes shut. His Adam's apple bobbed rhythmically. Naturally handsome, he exuded a captivating aura. Grace stole another glance, acknowledging his undeniable charm; no wonder Elodie was captivated by him.
"Come massage my temples," Henry's voice rasped.
Grace put her book down and leaned in to massage his temples, a skill she'd perfected to ease his work stress. But as soon as she touched him, she frowned. "Henry, you have a fever!"
Henry's eyes slowly fluttered open, dulled by illness. He reached for her waist, seeking comfort. Grace gently restrained his hand, stopping him.
Henry rarely got sick, but when he did, his calm demeanor could shift. Grace consistently went above and beyond, catering to his needs and indulging his every whim.
Feeling unwell and unsatisfied, Henry's blue eyes bore into her. "What's wrong? Don't want to be with me?"
Grace sat on his lap, securing the medical kit. She checked his temperature, confirming he had a fever.
She spoke softly, "I'll get your medicine and make some soup. You need rest, Henry; you're not in shape for anything else."
Henry didn't stop teasing, his eyes fixed on her, both sexy and lewd. After a moment, he lazily withdrew his hand, leaning back as if giving his consent.
Grace stood up, adjusting her clothes to avoid gossip from the servants. Henry didn't care, but she had to live in this house.
Seeing her cautious manner, Henry snorted, "It's not a big deal for a married couple to be intimate. The servants won't say anything!"
Grace didn't argue. She went downstairs, got the medicine, and instructed the servant to prepare soup, then carried both items upstairs.
By then, it was almost dark. When Grace turned on the light, Henry woke up, feverish and groggy. He felt her gentle touch as she fed him water. His desire flared, and he grabbed her hand, pressing it to his belt.
His voice was hoarse with dissatisfaction. "The soup wasn't made by you, Grace. You used to make it yourself! You never refused me before!"
Grace pushed him away. "Henry, you're sick!"
Henry's face turned icy as he stared at her. After a long moment, he chuckled bitterly. "Back then, when I was unwell, you never behaved this way!"
Grace's voice was calm. "As you said, that was in the past."
The tension grew.
Henry sat up slightly, lit a cigarette, and asked quietly, "Grace, is it because you don't love me anymore that you can't even be bothered with me?"
He tossed a photo onto the table. Grace saw herself and Owen, though only Owen's back was visible.
Henry's tone grew icy. "You laugh and converse easily with others, but you show me nothing but indifference. Mrs. Montague, who is this man?"
Grace was incredulous. "You had someone follow me?"
Henry didn't answer. He took a deep drag on his cigarette and then stubbed it out.
Before Grace could react, he trapped her in his arms.
Grace's body tensed as Henry forcefully grabbed her, pressing his lips against hers while uttering lewd remarks. "You claimed at the club there was no one you fancied! Mrs. Montague, when you're writhing in ecstasy later, don't hold back; let all your desires spill out!"
Shock and panic surged through Grace. She began to fight back, her movements desperate. Henry had clearly lost his grip on reality!