Chapter 158 He Left Sierra and Tacitly Allowed Her to Like Him
Henry chucked the papers aside, basically dismissing Sierra's resume. Celeste let out a sigh of relief.
Then, something slipped out from the stack. It was Sierra's ID photo. She had on a white shirt with a red background; her golden hair was tied back, and her eyes had this lively sparkle.
She looked a lot like 18-year-old Grace with that innocent face.
Celeste quickly grabbed it and shoved it back into the pile, ready to take them away.
But Henry called out, "Hold up, Celeste!"
Henry took the papers, pulled out the photo, stared at it for a bit, then put it back. He said softly, "Let her stay. No special treatment, just a regular intern."
Celeste protested, "Mr. Montague, Mrs. Montague's gonna flip. This girl's got too much baggage, I'm worried..."
Henry's tone got colder. "Do as I say!"
Celeste didn't budge.
Henry looked up, and Celeste gave a small smile. "Mr. Montague, I used to think you loved Grace, but now I see you loved the Grace who worshipped you, not the current Mrs. Montague."
She raised the papers, her voice bitter. "You're gonna regret this!"
Henry's blue eyes darkened, and he got a bit ticked off. "Celeste, know your place!"
Celeste took a deep breath, kept quiet, and walked out. As the door closed, Henry could still hear the click-clack of her heels, showing just how mad she was.
Sierra had her own reasons for joining the Montague Group.
She thought Henry would keep looking out for the Williams family because of Elodie, but since their airport goodbye, Henry hadn't reached out at all.
By chance, the Montague Group was hiring, so Sierra applied and got in.
But she still had no shot at getting close to Henry. He was the big-shot CEO, and she was just a lowly intern.
Sometimes, they'd bump into each other in the lobby, but Henry would ignore her, and Sierra's face would turn beet red. Everyone at work was sharp.
Sierra's little crush was obvious, so someone teased, "Mr. Montague's got a wife, and plenty of socialites are after him. Sierra, you better step up your game!"
Sierra's face turned red. "Cut it out," she muttered, "I won't be anyone's side chick."
Her coworkers laughed on the outside but thought, 'Even being Mr. Montague's side chick isn't easy. Not just anyone can pull that off.'
Their laughter caught Celeste's attention.
Celeste, holding a stack of files and strutting in high heels, walked over. She scanned the group and then zeroed in on Sierra, addressing everyone, "Quit the gossip and get back to work! If you lack ambition, build a family!"
No one dared to speak. They all knew Celeste was tough and had a say in their reviews. The group quickly scattered.
Only Sierra followed her to the elevator, nervously saying, "Celeste, I don't have those intentions!"
Celeste's face was stone-cold, her voice icy. "If you didn't have those intentions, you wouldn't have come to the Montague Group! There are tons of companies, but you picked this one. Who are you fooling?"
Sierra was about to cry.
Celeste turned to her quietly, saying softly, "I've seen plenty of girls like you!"
Just then, the elevator doors opened, and Celeste walked in.
Even Sierra, who was usually slow to catch on, could tell Celeste didn't like her.
On Christmas Eve, it started to snow.
Henry bailed from work early, around four. He had to snag some Christmas gifts for Taylor, and yeah, he got one for Grace too.
It had been freezing lately, so Henry picked up a light pink cashmere scarf from LV for Grace.
After grabbing the gifts, he hopped into the car. The black limo slowly rolled out of the mall's underground parking lot. The snow was coming down hard, already laying a thin blanket on the road.
At the next red light, the driver stopped and wiped the rearview mirror, saying, "If this snow keeps up, the roads might get shut down! Mr. Montague, I'll come early tomorrow morning."
Henry leaned back, fiddling with the toy he bought for Taylor, and said calmly, "Tomorrow's Christmas, I'll be with my kid."
The driver chuckled, "Having a kid's turned you into a real family man, Mr. Montague!"
Henry just smiled.
As the car was about to move, a young girl standing by the car gently knocked on the window, looking all nervous and shy. It was Sierra.
Henry stared at her for a few seconds before rolling down the window.
Sierra bit her lip, looking anxious. "Mr. Montague, I have an urgent matter. Could you give me a ride? I can't get a cab in this snow."
The driver was about to tell her off, thinking she was treating Henry's car like an Uber, but Henry's gaze fell on Sierra's small face. Maybe because it was so cold, her cheeks had this light pink hue, full of life, unlike Grace, who was always so distant.
After a moment, Henry's tone was super calm. "Get in."
Sierra hesitated for a second, then opened the rear door. This was kinda out of line; even Celeste could only sit in the front seat when she rode in this car, let alone Sierra, who was just an intern.
The driver sensed something was up and hesitated to speak.
Finally, he asked, "Ms. Williams, where to?"
The car was warm, and Sierra's face turned even redder. She said softly, "I'm going to the Montague Group Hospital. A family member is sick, and I'm going to visit."
The driver said awkwardly, "The Montague Group Hospital is not on the way!"
Sierra's face turned red with embarrassment. No matter what, she was still a young girl, and the driver's words exposed her intentions.
At this point, Henry spoke calmly, "Go to the hospital." After that, he didn't say another word, turning his face to quietly watch the snowy scenery outside.
As evening approached, the snow kept falling. The luxurious black limo, combined with the mature and handsome Henry, created a somewhat romantic scene.
Sierra could smell the faint scent of tobacco on Henry, which tantalized her, a girl with little experience, leading her to daydream.
Sierra's face was burning red, and she kept stealing glances at Henry.
Henry was aware of Sierra's feelings, and at this moment, he seemed to tacitly approve.
Maybe he saw Sierra as a shadow of Grace. Her gaze reminded him of 18-year-old Grace, and through Sierra, he silently reminisced about the feeling of being adored by Grace.
Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of the hospital.
Henry didn't say a word.
Sierra hesitated, holding onto the car handle, reluctantly saying, "Thank you, Mr. Montague!"
Henry nodded gracefully.
Sierra bit her lip and got out of the car. The wind and snow blew in, causing the temperature inside the car to drop suddenly, and any hint of ambiguity vanished.
Henry leaned back in his seat, instructed, "Back to the villa!"
As the driver stepped on the gas, he added, "These young girls nowadays have no shame, being so forward. Don't you think so, Mr. Montague?'"
Henry didn't respond, and the driver felt a bit awkward.