Chapter 16 Just a Moment, and It's About to Be Ruined
In the afternoon, Grace put on her old clothes for this project.
Henry's driver took her to the Young Mansion. As soon as she stepped into the Young Mansion, Amara came up and took her arm with a smile. "Grace, you finally came. Caleb is not good at handling things. I've told him several times that you need to come in person, but who knew that Celeste would be so clueless."
She comforted Grace. "Grace, a secretary is nothing. When it comes to critical occasions, it's really you, Grace, who can manage well."
She had experienced a lot, so she felt a sense of closeness to Grace who pleased her.
Grace responded with a smile.
Amara held her arm, like her sister. "Come, Grace, let me introduce you to the other CEOs' wives. It will be beneficial for you to communicate more with them in the future."
Grace nodded, and all the CEOs' wives exclaimed when they saw Grace, saying Mr. Montague was very fortunate to have such a beautiful wife.
Grace made herself known and was then called by Amara to help organize the banquet.
Grace was fully in charge, and Amara felt at ease.
After a while, everything was organized neatly, and Amara was very satisfied. She gently stroked Grace's delicate hand and sighed. "Grace, you are so efficient. I just followed you."
Grace nodded with a smile.
Amara then said. "By the way, Grace, remember to dress beautifully tonight. You are the most beautiful person at the banquet tonight."
As she spoke, she called someone to send Grace off.
Grace was about to refuse when she saw a tall man adjusting his cufflinks and walking over to Amara. "Amara, what do you need?"
Amara took his hand. "Grace, this is Caleb's cousin. Although he's a bit of a jerk, he knows how to handle things. Let him send you off. Caleb has something for me to do, and I'm not available."
Grace quickly refused. "No need, Mrs. Young. Henry will come to pick me up later. You go ahead and get busy."
But Felix, standing next to them, became interested and walked towards the door. "Mrs. Montague, let's go. I'll send you off. After all, Henry is my friend. Don't you trust me?"
Grace remained silent but followed him.
Her steps were light, and Felix, walking in front, chuckled playfully. "Mrs. Montague, don't you running away? I heard Henry went to see Elodie again this morning, at your father's hospital, and it was in the VIP ward."
Hearing this, Grace felt a pang of anxiety but laughed at herself. "Mr. Rodriguez, aren't you being a bit too nosy?"
Felix was shocked. When did Grace start talking like this? Just as he was about to turn and speak, he saw Henry leaning against a Bentley in the distance, adjusting his cufflinks and staring at him with dangerous eyes.
Feeling it was pointless, Felix turned and left, but not before glancing at Grace. "Nice dress. But your heart is a bit malicious."
Grace ignored him, knowing he hated her for taking Henry his sister had her eyes on. But she didn't care now. If his sister wanted it, she would gladly give it up.
They brushed past each other, and Grace walked to the car, looking at the tall Henry in a black suit without saying a word.
Henry stepped to the passenger side and opened the door for her. On the way, he instinctively reached out and grabbed Grace's delicate hand. "Are you tired today?"
Grace instinctively pulled her hand back. "Henry, the three million dollars don't mean I have to pretend to be your wife."
Henry felt it was pointless and didn't want to make a fool of himself again. He thought Grace must be concerned about what happened with Elodie that day, but he didn't need to explain.
On the way, Henry gripped the steering wheel tightly, looking at the exhausted Grace through the rearview mirror. Her delicate face was flushed from the afternoon's activities, and her small, fan-like eyelashes made her look particularly charming in the twilight.
Ever since that day at Grace's house when he wasn't satisfied, the feeling of restlessness would be triggered whenever he saw Grace. Even though he had seen Grace's body many times, he still couldn't help but want her.
"About Elodie..." Before Henry could speak, Grace stopped him. "Mr. Montague, I don't care about your personal affairs. Our interactions are solely based on the three million dollars."
Feeling rejected again, Henry found it pointless and didn't say anything more.
The car sped to a very well-known clothing store.
Because of Henry, the store manager personally attended to them and selected many outfits.
Henry appeared behind Grace, who was picking out a dress, holding a gown. He wrapped his arms around Grace's waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. "This one suits you. Try it on?"
She felt the heat of his palms, and her delicate face turned a hazy red. She turned around, trying to break free, but their eyes met, noses almost touching, and a strange atmosphere surrounded them.
The manager, seeing this, quietly turned away.
Just as Grace was about to break free, Henry looked down at her soft red lips and couldn't resist leaning in to kiss her. The warm sensation lingered on Henry's lips.
Grace felt suffocated and tried to push him away, but he easily pinned her hands above her head, continuing to kiss.
Only when he noticed Grace's flushed face did he shift to kissing her neck.
Grace, summoning some unknown strength, pushed him away, grabbed the fallen dress, and rushed into the fitting room, leaning against the door, gasping for breath. Henry had indeed shown his true nature.
She decided to change clothes. Then she walked out of the room, meeting Henry's scrutinizing gaze. He then swiped his card. "This one is fine, wear it out."
His words were an acknowledgment of the dress and of Grace.
However, his gaze lingered on the kiss mark on Grace's neck for a moment, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Grace met his aggressive eyes, feeling that if the store staff weren't present, he might not have been able to control himself.
But after a busy afternoon, she felt uncomfortable. "Henry, I want to go home and take a shower first."
Henry agreed and drove Grace to the Montague family villa.
Returning to the villa, Grace felt no sense of belonging, as she had spent three painful years there.
She looked at the large bed, picked up a towel, and was about to go to the bathroom when Henry hugged her from behind, his hot breath on her ear. "Grace, come back, will you? Be my wife again. If you think the money isn't enough, I can give you more."
This was the first time he had softened his attitude. The pressure from Aurora and the situation with Amara had left him feeling upset since Grace left. He had grown accustomed to Grace and didn't want to change wives.
Grace had loved him for three years, and he didn't believe she would give up all her feelings for him.
But he was wrong. Grace was desperate. She didn't want to return to this dark prison. She only wanted to go back to being her carefree self, even if it meant being exhausted and having to get up early and stay out late to play the violin. Even if her hands got hurt, she wouldn’t regret it.
She tried to break free from Henry's grip, but he was too strong. She turned to stare at him. "Henry, let go of me."
Henry ignored her, his hand moving up her dress.
Because of the dress, she wasn't wearing any underwear, and Grace started to feel aroused.
For three years, Henry knew her body's sensitivities well.
Grace stared at him. "Henry, let go of me. Without my consent, your actions are illegal."
Hearing this, Henry became more interested, his chin resting on her ear, his magnetic voice coming out. "We are married, and who do you think the police would side with?"
Grace knew she couldn't out-argue him. Just as she was about to speak, Henry threw her onto the bed.
Henry took off his jacket, loosened his collar, and a playful smile appeared on his lips. "It's okay if you didn't take the pill today. We have condoms. You can't escape."
He pressed down on Grace, taking what he wanted. Grace felt aroused, her face turning red. Henry bit her shoulder, lips, neck, and moved downward.
Grace let out a soft moan, and Henry's desire was fully aroused.
He took off his shirt and reached for the condoms on the table. "Grace, even if you scream, no one will disturb us today."
His sexual desire had reached its peak because of Grace.
Seeing her sweaty, lifeless appearance, he couldn't help but laugh. "Grace, you're such a slut. You're already about to be aroused in such a short time?"
He pressed down on her, his hot breath on her face. "Why aren't you moaning? I like hearing you moan."
But the next second, Grace slapped Henry hard. "Henry! That's enough!"