Chapter 105 I Have No Feeling for You Anymore!
The next day at 9 A.M., the doctor was helping Grace with her rehab. Henry was on the nearby sofa, dealing with some paperwork. Celeste knocked and whispered to Henry, "Mr. Montague, Elodie's flight has taken off!"
Henry glanced at Grace. She heard but didn't react, looking indifferent.
Henry's eyes darkened a bit. He told Celeste, "Got it; you can go now."
Celeste gave Grace one last look before leaving.
Once the medical staff left, Henry put down his documents. He looked at Grace and softly said, "She's gone! She won't bother us anymore. Grace, can we start over?"
Grace kept staring out the window.
It was freezing outside, and a young bird was trying to fly. It wobbled but eventually soared into the sky.
When the bird was out of sight, Grace turned back and said, "Henry, whether she leaves or not, our marriage ain't about that no more! You want to clip my wings and keep me here. Maybe you'll compensate me, and my family might benefit, but I'll always be your accessory. When you're happy, you'll smile at me; when you're not, you'll take it out on me. It's a vicious cycle. What's the point?"
Henry's voice was hoarse. "That won't happen again!"
Grace rarely spoke these days, leaving Henry eager for a chat. But after she lay down, she refused to say another word.
Henry genuinely wanted to make amends, but Grace wouldn't give him the chance.
He invited the Windsor family to move back to Tranquil Heights, but Clara refused. She said Tranquil Heights was Henry's property, and the Windsor family didn't want to take advantage.
When Grace was discharged, Clara wanted to take her away.
But they couldn't match Henry's power. On the discharge day, the Montague Group deployed 200 security personnel, surrounding the entire floor. In the end, Henry took Grace back to the villa.
In the evening, a shiny black car drove into the villa.
They left in a hurry, and Grace was uncooperative. She was still in her hospital gown, loosely hanging on her thin body, wrapped in Henry's coat with every button fastened.
When the car stopped, the driver opened the door.
Grace, with a cold expression, said, "Henry, I want to go back to my own home!"
Henry turned to her, his voice gentle, "Isn't this your home? If you mean the Windsor villa, once you're fully recovered, I'll go with you for a few days."
He got out and carried her in his arms.
Grace's hands and feet didn't cooperate.
Henry held her with one arm and touched her coat with the other, saying, "Usually, you care the most about appearances. Aren't you afraid of losing face in front of the servants?"
He carried her into the hall, slowly went upstairs, and pushed open the master bedroom door.
When Henry placed her on the bed, the soft mattress sank. Lying on the familiar bed, smelling the familiar scent, with Henry above her, everything made Grace feel disgusted.
The room was warm, and the coat was unbuttoned, revealing only a thin hospital gown covering her soft body. It still bore countless tiny scars, which, rather than being unsightly, evoked pity.
Henry gently touched those scars, his eyes watching her, and softly asked, "Does it still hurt?"
Grace let out a snort.
Henry's Adam's apple bobbed. After a while, he leaned down, pressing his face against her neck, and murmured, "I know you hate me! But even if you hate me, I don't want to let you go! If I let you go, you won't come back, will you?"
Grace didn't respond. Henry pressed down on her, holding her tightly.
After a while, Henry started kissing her, aiming for her lips. Beyond just physical need, he craved closeness with her.
Grace turned her face away angrily, tears slipping from her eyes. When Henry kissed her, he tasted the salty tears.
He stopped. Propping himself up with one hand, he looked at her for a long time before softly saying, "I won't touch you. Let me help you change, okay?"
Grace didn't resist as Henry changed her clothes.
Her slender body lay on the dark, expensive fabric, looking fragile and disheveled. Henry's breath became erratic as he touched her.
He had always had a strong desire, and he hadn't touched her in days.
Grace stared at the crystal chandelier above, her eyes empty, her voice distant. "Henry, it's useless. Whenever you touch me, I think of that night in the study, how you treated me roughly, how you forced me to do things only cheap women would do."
"I also remember the car accident, how you made your choice."
"I hate being in contact with you, hate talking to you. When you touch me, I feel nothing. Henry, what's the point of this marriage?"
Henry felt a chill.
After a while, as if unwilling to accept it, he angrily kissed her.
He wanted Grace to take back those words. He wanted her to rekindle her passion for him, to hold his neck and softly call him Henry like she used to.
He even reached out to touch her, but she felt nothing. Grace showed no desire; she was unresponsive.
Henry blinked, realizing she was frigid. He didn't know if it was just towards him or all men, but either way, it wasn't good.
After a moment of silence, he finished changing her clothes and then went outside to smoke.
As the thin smoke rose, Henry quietly thought that Grace had pushed herself to this point just to leave him.
He couldn't help but wonder if Grace still remembered the feelings of loving him back then. Had she forgotten everything?
At dinner time, someone came to the villa.
A servant knocked on the door, her voice light and restrained. "Mr. Montague, Mrs. Aurora Montague is here! She says it's important and wants to talk."
Henry quietly leaned on the sofa. After a while, he leaned forward to extinguish his cigarette and got up to go downstairs.
Halfway down the stairs, he saw Aurora sitting in the living room, elegantly sipping coffee, looking every bit the noblewoman.
Seeing Henry come down, Aurora put down her coffee cup.
She spoke directly, "I heard Grace's left arm is injured and she can't play the violin anymore. She's also causing a fuss about divorcing you, isn't she?"
Henry didn't respond. He sat on the sofa and told the servant, "Make me a cup of coffee."
Aurora felt slighted and was very unhappy.
Her face carried a hint of coldness. "Henry, I chose Grace back then because of her artistic talent. Now that she's ruined, she has no value! The Montague Group's Mrs. Montague cannot be without a skill. You must divorce her!"
"Must divorce?" Henry savored the words. After a moment, he lowered his eyes and sneered. "Didn't you send her to me in the first place? Why are you now asking me to divorce her?"
Aurora arrogantly said, "A person without value should be replaced!"
Under the light, Henry's gaze was deep. He softly spoke, "Then, what if I want to replace you? In my eyes, you have no value! You're just someone who spends the Montague family's money, dispensable!"
Aurora was furious. "Henry, do you know what you're saying?"
A cup of Blue Mountain coffee was carefully placed on the table.
Henry didn't drink it. He looked at Aurora and said in an indifferent tone, "If you don't restrain yourself, I'll have the company's finance department cut off all your bank cards. Then you probably won't have the leisure to meddle in my private life."
Aurora trembled with anger.
Henry gracefully went upstairs, his voice drifting down from the staircase. "Please see Mrs. Montague out!"