Chapter 135 Henry, I'm Pregnant!
In the evening, Grace had the servants clean the villa inside and out.
Afterward, her back ached a bit.
She soaked in the bath for half an hour but still felt off.
When she went downstairs for dinner, the servant asked cautiously, "Should we wait a bit longer? Maybe Mr. Montague will come back for dinner?"
It was already 7 P.M. Grace said calmly, "Serve the meal, no need to wait."
The servant, sensing her mood, said, "This fish is your favorite! It's the best this season. Please try it."
Grace hummed in response and took a bite.
But as soon as she did, she felt nauseous, covered her mouth, and ran to the bathroom, dry heaving but unable to vomit.
The servant knocked nervously, "Mrs. Montague, are you okay?"
"I'm fine!" Grace took a while to come out and sit back at the table. She had no appetite; everything smelled greasy.
Grace wasn't naive. She knew something was wrong and got lost in thought.
After a while, she put down her utensils and told the servant, "I need to go out for a bit."
The servant saw her driving out alone and got worried. "Let the driver take you! It's so late!"
Grace changed her shoes and said, "I'll be back soon."
The servant didn't think much of it.
Grace got into the car, her fingers trembling on the steering wheel.
She hoped for the best, but her intuition told her she was pregnant.
Twenty minutes later, she returned to the villa.
In the bathroom, the lights were bright. On the sink were three pregnancy tests, all showing two clear lines.
Grace stared at them for a long time before tossing them in the trash.
She was pregnant!
Since she got back with Henry, he mostly used protection, but there were lapses, and she was too tired to notice.
As the night grew cooler, she hugged herself by the window.
Henry hadn't come back yet.
Grace thought a lot. She remembered Amara saying Caleb had a child outside and no loyalty left for their family.
Grace wanted to keep the baby.
She thought she should talk to Henry. Even if they couldn't be a loving couple, they should be good parents.
She called Henry. After a few rings, he answered.
Both were silent.
After a long pause, Grace spoke softly, "Henry, are you coming back tonight? I have something to tell you."
Henry leaned on the club's sofa, swirling his drink, the golden liquid reflecting off his stern face. "What, feeling upset? Want to talk about divorce again?" he said sarcastically.
Grace was about to speak, but Henry cut her off, "Depends on my mood! Might not come back." He hung up.
Grace stared at her phone for a long time before setting it aside.
She didn't know how to handle an unexpected child but never thought of hiding it from Henry. She needed to discuss the child's future with him. She even wanted to mend their broken marriage.
All of this had to wait until Henry was willing to talk.
That night, Henry did come back.
He came back very late, reeking of alcohol.
He had never been this drunk before!
In the master bedroom, a light was left on in the living room. Henry sat on the sofa, staring at the light, lost in thought for a long time.
About half an hour later, he took off his coat and walked into the dim bedroom.
Henry lay down behind Grace, hugging her along with the blanket. He didn't speak, but his Adam's apple kept moving against her neck.
After a long time, he pulled her out of the blanket and into his arms.
He was very warm!
Grace didn't make a sound, nor did she push him away. She heard his hoarse voice. "I don't like her! I just like looking into her eyes. The way she looks at me reminds me of you, with that fearless intensity! Grace, no one has ever made me feel this way, breaking my heart, making all my pride fall to the ground, yet I still can't let go! I actually thought about giving up. I thought, it's just a woman, why be so persistent?"
Henry hugged Grace tighter, his hand gently stroking her thin back.
He pressed her against him, their foreheads touching, his blue eyes closed as he murmured, "Grace, I'm in so much pain! Without realizing it, I both love and hate you."
He loved everything about her, but he hated that she had someone else in her heart.
After saying this, Henry kissed Grace's lips passionately. He hadn't touched her in a long time, his actions were fervent and urgent. Grace, mindful of the child in her belly, pushed against his shoulder. "Henry, no."
His eyes darkened. "No? Then who can?"
Thinking of Lucas, his eyes grew deeper. He then pushed Grace onto the soft bed. He didn't force her but instead used all his manly ways to please her, making her scream and feel both unbearable and comfortable.
Henry was drunk, and he pleased her in a way he never had before.
Grace clutched the sheets, and he whispered hoarsely in her ear, "Am I better than him?"
She couldn't speak, and Henry kissed her again, passionately entwining with her.
Grace no longer resisted. She wrapped her arms around his neck, matching his deep kisses. They had been through so many ups and downs, but at least, this night was tender.
Late at night, Grace whispered under Henry, "Henry, I'm pregnant!"
Henry shook his head lightly.
He didn't hear clearly, and even if he did, he couldn't process it or remember it. Later, in the years after Grace left him, Henry didn't touch a drop of alcohol. He always wondered if he had heard what Grace said that night, would their ending have been different?
That night, he only remembered the warmth and tenderness, Grace's rare gentleness.
In the morning, when Grace woke up, Henry was no longer in bed.
She heard noises downstairs and guessed Henry was having breakfast in the dining room. She put on a robe, quickly freshened up, and went downstairs. She wanted to talk to Henry about her pregnancy. He had once said he wanted a child.
When Grace went downstairs, Henry was drinking coffee. Hearing the noise, he looked up, and they almost spoke at the same time.
"Henry, I have something to tell you!"
"I have to go abroad for about half a month." Henry's tone was very calm, clearly indicating that last night's tenderness was just a drunken moment.
He didn't remember what he had said.
He didn't remember saying he was in pain, nor did he remember saying, "Grace, you broke my heart."
When he was sober, he just said he was going abroad to see Elodie.
Grace slowly walked to his side and sat down. She looked up at him and said softly, "Henry, can you not go? I'm preg..."
As she said this, her eyes were slightly moist.
But before she could finish, Henry interrupted her, his voice as cold as usual. "She has a chance to live. I can't just let her die."
Perhaps remembering last night's intimacy, he gently touched Grace's face, his tone softening a bit. "They're waiting for me to consult over there."
Grace's breathing was painful, "Henry, I'm preg..."
At this moment, the phone on the dining table rang.