Chapter 159 Henry Had a Woman's Perfume on Him
Henry rolled back to the villa around seven, and Grace had already chowed down.
Lately, she seemed to be in better spirits.
But Henry still had the bodyguards hanging around the villa. Even on snowy days, they were out there, on duty.
The car pulled up, and Henry hopped out, leaving the gift behind on purpose. He wanted to surprise Grace.
He strolled through the foyer, shrugged off his black coat, and handed it to the maid. Glancing into the hall, he casually asked, "Has Mrs. Montague eaten?"
The maid took the coat and smiled warmly, "Yep. She saw the snow this afternoon and came downstairs with Taylor in the evening to watch it through the big windows. Taylor wasn't scared of the snow at all and kept laughing. She really digs the snow!"
Henry's face softened, and he swapped his shoes and headed upstairs.
In the master bedroom on the second floor, the lighting was warm and yellow, and the heating was cranked up, making the room feel like spring.
Grace was in a light pink wool dress, leaning over the crib to play with Taylor. Probably because she hadn't gone out, her long hair was casually tied up, her profile was super delicate, and her expression was gentle.
Henry's eyes got a bit misty, but he didn't want to interrupt her.
The scene was so heartwarming it made him feel like all the past hurts had never happened, like they were just a happy couple enjoying family life.
Grace looked up and saw his gentle gaze.
Henry walked over and stood by the crib with her. He spoke to Grace in a very soft tone, "I got you guys some gifts! They're in the car; could you go grab them?"
Then he started playing with Taylor.
Taylor recognized him and happily kicked her legs, bouncing like a little frog.
Henry's expression softened even more, and he bent down to kiss Taylor.
Grace put on a coat and got ready to head downstairs.
Henry stopped her and handed her a down jacket, his voice super considerate and gentle. "It's cold out, wear this!"
Grace smiled faintly and walked out of the bedroom.
Outside, the wind and rain were strong. The maid offered to hold an umbrella for her, but she said it wasn't necessary since it was just a few steps.
Grace opened the car door, and the interior light came on. She saw two boxes on the back seat, one was a Christmas Crib Bedding Set for Taylor, and the other was an orange LV box. She guessed Henry had bought a scarf.
Just as she was about to close the car door, a long strand of hair on the back seat caught her attention. She picked it up and saw it was a roughly 15-inch long blonde hair.
Grace quietly looked at it for a while and guessed the owner of the hair. It should be Sierra, right?
Grace didn't say anything, holding the two boxes gently as she closed the car door. As she walked back to the villa, she wondered if Henry, having a new woman, might soon be willing to let her go.
But Sierra's appearance reminded her of Elodie, of the harm Elodie had caused her. These were wounds in Grace's heart that she couldn't touch; once touched, she would easily become depressed.
Walking back to the villa, a layer of snow had fallen on Grace's white down jacket. The maid brushed it off for her. "If you catch a cold, Mr. Montague will be heartbroken!"
Grace smiled faintly in response.
She slowly went upstairs, and the maid watched her back with a complex feeling.
Returning to the warm bedroom, Grace took off her coat.
Henry was holding Taylor, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window watching the snow. Taylor was laughing happily in his arms, and he looked like the most gentle husband and father in the world.
Grace unwrapped the gift and dressed the crib with the new bedding set.
Henry placed Taylor in the crib.
He hugged Grace from behind, his lips close to her ear, and whispered, "Why don't you check out your gift? Open it and see if you like it."
Grace wasn't feeling his touch. She gently pulled away, unwrapped the box, and saw the light pink scarf.
Henry wrapped it around her and said softly, "It suits you!"
It had been a few days since he last touched her. Recently, her condition had improved, and he couldn't help but want to get close to her. Besides, with Christmas Eve upon them, a sense of romance and tenderness welled up within him.
Henry hugged Grace from behind, his warm breath on her ear, his voice hoarse and difficult to bear. "Grace, let's try it. If you feel uncomfortable, I'll stop."
With that, he carried her to the sofa.
He propped one hand on the back of the sofa, gently touched her face with the other, and kissed her. He whispered against her lips, saying he would make her feel good, that he didn't mind letting her feel good first.
Grace's blonde hair fell, draping over her back.
She looked down at him, at Henry's passionate and gentle expression, thinking he probably didn't know he had a woman's perfume on him.
A faint orange scent, a girl's scent.
Grace didn't agree; she didn't let him please her.
She turned her face to look at the black-clad bodyguards downstairs, her voice low and hoarse. "Henry, I'm not in the mood! When will you be willing to let me go?"
Henry paused, looking up at her. In Grace's eyes, there was no desire, only indifference.
Henry had a strong desire for sex; he always wanted Grace to respond. So, her indifference made him feel somewhat disappointed and dull.
He also no longer felt like making love, resting his head on her neck, breathing heavily to calm down, and said faintly, "We'll talk about it later."
Henry, unable to get tenderness, would focus his thoughts elsewhere.
He started spending less time at home, opting to handle the work he previously did there at the office instead. He no longer accompanied Grace all the time, nor did he pester her for marital relations, nor did he try to make her happy.
Henry gradually became cold towards Grace, but he would come home every night. When he came back, he would play with Taylor for a while, then take a shower and go to bed.
Sometimes he would lie next to Grace, but he wouldn't touch her, wouldn't make a fool of himself.
A few days later, in the middle of the night, Henry's phone buzzed with a call from a young girl overwhelmed by her emotions, acting on impulse. He took a quick look and noticed Sierra's name on the screen.
It was midnight. Henry quietly hung up, turned off his phone, and placed it on the nightstand.
When he lay back down, he noticed Grace's eyes were open, but she didn't say anything, just quietly stared at the ceiling, like every sleepless night.
Henry lay beside her, and after a long time, he turned to hug her and whispered, "Aren't you going to ask me?"
Grace had already guessed who it was. She didn't care; she wouldn't ask. In her heart, Henry was already dead! She only cared about when he would be willing to let her go.
But at this moment, Henry forced her to say something about it.
Grace looked at the darkness and spoke softly, "Didn't you let her ride in your car? Haven't you already started flirting with her? Henry, what do you want me to ask now?"
She gently turned to look at him.
Grace said calmly, "If you really want to know, then I'll tell you, Henry, even if you go to sleep with her right now, I wouldn't care!"
In the darkness, Henry stared at her intently.