Chapter 162 He Saw Grace Lying Quietly on the Bed
Early morning, Henry's ride pulled up in front of an apartment building.
Snow was thick and white. Sierra, waiting downstairs, was a bundle of nerves. The second she spotted Henry, she bolted over and hugged him tight, whispering, "Mr. Montague, I was so freaked out! Natalie popped four sleeping pills, and I thought she was in serious trouble."
Henry shut the car door with his free hand.
He glanced down at Sierra clinging to him. She'd overstepped, but he didn't chew her out; he just gently nudged her away. "Is she okay now?"
Sierra looked up, tears glistening in her eyes.
She bit her lip and said, "Her family rushed over and is comforting her. It might not be convenient to see her in the dorm right now."
After saying that, Sierra felt all shy and uneasy.
While she hesitated, Henry opened the passenger door and said in a calm tone, "Get in the car."
Sierra couldn't figure out what Henry was thinking. He'd come over for her in the middle of the night but then pushed her away.
However, as Henry gestured for her to get into the car, she couldn't shake the old-fashioned notion that only a wife or girlfriend was meant to occupy the passenger seat of a man's car. Was Henry unintentionally reinforcing her role by allowing her to sit there?
Sierra was thrilled and carefully got into the car.
Henry followed her in, cranked up the heater, and leaned back in the leather seat. He opened a pack of cigarettes, took one out, and lit it.
Moments later, light blue smoke filled the car.
Henry's smoking posture was deep and charming, making Sierra's heart race and her face flush.
But Sierra waited for a long time. Henry kept smoking and didn't seem to want to talk to her or even look at her. She couldn't help but feel disappointed again.
Outside the black Bentley, light snow fell quietly on the car. Suddenly, Henry remembered that Tranquil Heights was nearby, and the snow scene there must be beautiful.
Thinking of Grace, Henry's expression became even more profound and attractive.
Sierra couldn't help but turn and gently call, "Mr. Montague."
Henry glanced at her, then extinguished the cigarette. His voice was slightly hoarse. "What's wrong?"
This question seemed to have some magic, capturing Sierra's heart. Her face turned red, and her heart raced. She couldn't say a word of what she wanted to say.
After a while, Sierra softly murmured, "The smoke is a bit choking."
Henry turned on the wipers to clear the snow from the windshield, then looked ahead and seemed to smile lightly. "Then I won't smoke."
Sierra found Henry's slightly ambiguous words irresistible. She was captivated, and the two of them sat in the car for a long time.
At three in the morning, Natalie Hayes's parents carried her downstairs, preparing to take her to the hospital.
Henry opened the car door.
The shiny, luxurious car left Natalie's parents speechless. They had lived in the countryside all their lives and had never seen such a good car, nor had they seen a man as dignified as Henry.
They carefully got in the car. As Henry drove to the hospital, Sierra was lively, softly comforting the family in the back seat. Natalie's father was very grateful. "Thank goodness for Mr. Montague! Mr. Montague is Sierra's boyfriend, right? You are such a fine man!"
Sierra was too shy to speak.
Henry, steering the wheel, said calmly, "I'm her boss."
'A boss, huh?' Natalie's father in the back seat fell silent, not one to miss the underlying implications.
Sierra felt somewhat disappointed because Henry didn't acknowledge her status, but she couldn't help but look forward to it.
One moment she felt empty, the next sweet and happy, which were truly conflicted.
After dropping the family off at the hospital, Henry was ready to bounce.
He opened the car door, about to hop in, when Sierra couldn't help but hug him. She whispered, "Mr. Montague, I like you!"
Henry didn't immediately push her away.
He looked down at her face, which kinda reminded him of someone else. He vaguely remembered Grace when she was younger, who would also sneak up and hug him, then cheerfully say, "Henry, I like you. Will you be my boyfriend? I have so many good qualities!" But Grace couldn't list any after thinking for a long time.
After a moment, Henry snapped back to reality. He gently pushed Sierra away and said calmly, "I'm married."
Sierra was crushed. Her face turned red, and she bit her lip, murmuring, "I don't have any improper intentions! I won't wreck your family, and I won't ask for much like Elodie. I'm easily satisfied."
Just like tonight, she was very content with his occasional company.
How could Henry not understand Sierra's thoughts? He could have not come tonight, but he still showed up.
However, Sierra took this the wrong way, and her words put him off.
Henry ignored her and got into the car.
As he closed the door, Sierra held onto it, her lips trembling as she said awkwardly, "Mr. Montague, I'll find that film for you as soon as possible. Please don't worry."
Henry nodded reservedly and drove off.
Halfway through the drive, he noticed a cup of coffee beside him with a cute sticker on it. It was still warm, probably bought by Sierra.
Henry wasn't used to drinking these things and smiled faintly.
When Henry got back to the villa, it was already six in the morning.
The snow had stopped, but a thick layer covered the ground. The early-rising maid was sweeping the snow in the courtyard, trying to clear a path.
Seeing Henry's car return, she quickly greeted him, "Mr. Montague, you're back?"
Henry took off his coat. "Is Mrs. Montague up yet? Did Taylor cause any trouble during the night?"
The maid replied eagerly, "Mrs. Montague isn't up yet! Taylor slept soundly through the night and is probably still sleeping sweetly. Babies grow the most during this time of the month!"
Henry smiled slightly and walked upstairs, feeling in a good mood.
As he opened the bedroom door, he thought that Grace probably wouldn't care that he was out all night. She was used to being indifferent to him.
The bedroom was dim with morning light, quiet and still.
Grace was still sleeping, but Taylor was awake, looking around with innocent, wide eyes, utterly adorable.
Henry leaned down to kiss her and changed her diaper.
Taylor opened her mouth, clearly hungry and wanting milk. Henry held her and went to make formula.
But recently, Taylor's appetite had increased, and he didn't know how much she drank. So he asked Grace, "How much does she drink lately?"
There was no answer from behind him.
Henry asked again, "Grace?"
There was still no answer. Henry blinked lightly, suddenly remembering the small bottle rolling on the floor when he came in. He thought it was one of Taylor's toys.
He slowly put down the bottle and placed Taylor back in the crib.
Taylor immediately started crying, her voice loud and piercing.
Henry didn't care. He walked step by step to the bed and leaned over to turn on the light. He saw Grace lying quietly on the bed, her face pale without a trace of blood. In her palm were two scattered sleeping pills.
"Grace!" Henry's voice trembled as he gently patted her face. "Grace!"
Grace lay there quietly, not responding to him. This time, she didn't even give him her indifferent reaction.