Chapter 107 It Was Her Last Tenderness for Him
Harmony City was lit up with neon lights that night.
Henry and Grace stood on the busy street, they were a married couple with no sign of closeness.
Henry replayed Grace's words in his head, "Musical journey and marriage with him have both concluded. But I'll still love people worth loving and do things I love!"
His throat tightened. 'She said she'd love someone else!'
Grace stepped back, looked at Henry, and said softly, "I need to be alone! Don't follow me! And don't have anyone else follow me! Your stalking disgusts me, Henry!"
The wind blew, ruffling Henry's hair. The neon lights flickered on his face, giving him a mature look.
He remembered they were a young couple. She was 21, he was 25, just starting at Montague Group. An innocent Grace and a scheming Henry—how could their marriage work?
Now, it was over.
They stood in silence for a long time.
Henry finally said, "You don't have a phone or much money. Don't go far!"
Grace walked away quickly, as if she couldn't stand being near him. The streetlights stretched her shadow as she disappeared.
Henry watched her go, wondering if she hated him that much.
Late at night, Grace returned as it started to snow.
She opened the door to find Henry on the sofa with company documents. He looked up, his voice hoarse, "You're back!"
Grace changed her shoes and asked, "Didn't you have someone follow me?"
"I was worried about you!" he replied.
Henry put down his laptop and saw the bloodstains on her bandage. His breath caught. "Let me re-bandage that and call room service. You must be hungry!"
He was gentle and considerate. If not for the past few years, Grace might've thought he was the best husband. Now, it felt ironic.
Henry expected her to refuse; he was used to her coldness.
But Grace agreed.
Henry watched her, then called room service, ordering some local dishes and a milkshake for Grace. This act of care made her sad.
Henry wasn't clueless; he just didn't care enough.
He brought the medical kit, unwrapped her bandage, and started unbuttoning her sweater dress. He did it with great skill.
Grace watched his hands.
Henry knew what she was thinking. "I studied medicine before! It's not because I'm used to undressing women! I've only ever been with you."
Under the light, Grace's face was calm. "Even emotional unfaithfulness constitutes betrayal!"
Henry looked at her and asked, "Do you still care? Grace, do you still care?"
He needed her to care because if she did, their marriage wasn't over yet.
He asked urgently, but Grace said lightly, "I'm just stating a fact. It doesn't matter if I care or not! Aren't you going to change the bandage? Hurry up, I'm cold!"
Henry looked at her, her clothes half-open, revealing her soft, slender body. The small scars had healed; she was truly blessed!
As Henry changed her bandage, he couldn't avoid touching her sensitive spots. His breathing quickened, and his Adam's apple bobbed. He wanted her, but feared she'd be repulsed.
He had a physical reaction, and Grace noticed but didn't mention it. When the doorbell rang, she softly said, "Room service is here, go get it."
Henry gently closed her clothes, looking at her deeply.
After a moment, he asked softly, "Grace, is there still a chance for us?"
Grace stayed silent, and the knocking grew more urgent. Henry went to open the door and soon returned with the dining cart.
They ate quietly.
Grace wasn't as cold as before. When Henry spoke, she occasionally responded. Her serene, fragile beauty made Henry want her even more.
But this desire was different. Before, it was about satisfying his needs or dark thoughts. Now, he wanted to please her, to make her feel like a woman.
That night, they shared the same bed, and she couldn't escape.
Henry gently pressed her down, her golden hair spread across the black silk sheets, her body in a black bathrobe, crystal clear.
He whispered in her ear, "Let's try again, okay?"
Outside, light snow fell, just like that night.
Grace's eyes were moist. She spoke, her voice hoarse and tinged with charm, "Henry, if I don't agree, will you force me again?"
Henry's body tensed. After a moment, he rolled to the side, blocking the light. Then, he turned off all the lights. In the darkness, he asked, "Grace, did it hurt a lot that night?"
Grace turned to her side, curling up silently.
Suddenly, Henry hugged her from behind.
He leaned over, lightly kissed her lips, his heart pounding, and said impulsively, "I won't force you anymore."
Then, he gently parted her lips and kissed her tenderly.
Henry kissed her deeply and passionately, yet with great restraint. His rapid breaths showed his immense self-control, but for a long time, he just kissed her, deeply and shallowly, changing angles to explore her lips.
In the darkness, there were only their breaths and the faint sound of melting snow.
Henry didn't force her. He lay close to her, feeling soft and satisfied.
But Henry didn't know this was the last bit of tenderness Grace would give him.
The next morning, when Henry reached out, she was gone.
Henry stared at the ceiling. After a long time, he got up and searched the entire suite. Grace was nowhere to be found.
She had left, taking her documents, phone, and some change from his wallet.
He found out she had booked a flight back to Evergreen City, which was about to take off.
In the empty room, Henry stood as if last night's warmth was just a dream. He dialed Grace's number, and she answered coldly, "Henry, I'm at the airport, about to return to Evergreen City."
Henry's voice was soft. "I thought last night, were starting to go differently."
In the bustling airport, Grace lowered her eyes and smiled faintly, "What could be different? Henry, we were over a long time ago."
She hung up.