Chapter 17 Who Gave You the Guts?
Grace's cold eyes swept over Henry's. "Is Elodie not satisfying you? Mr. Montague, why are you holding back like this? She must be a really incompetent mistress."
A slap and two sentences completely extinguished the fire of desire in Henry's heart.
He squinted his eyes slightly, staring at the pretty face in front of him. "Grace, who gave you the guts to slap me?"
His fingertips brushed against Grace's skin, but there was a hidden, silent danger.
However, seeing Grace's jealous look, he couldn't help but sneer.
He was about to force her.
Grace pointed directly at the clock beside him. "There's less than an hour left, after taking a bath, there won't be any time."
Henry's desire were always much greater than the average man's, his fingertips slid into Grace's clothes again, taking control.
He sneered lightly, staring at Grace. "You should be grateful that today is Mrs. Young's birthday party, or I will..."
As he spoke, he squeezed her breast hard, and amidst Grace's cry of pain, he left the room. "I'll be waiting for you downstairs."
He was really afraid he couldn't control himself and would end up making love to Grace today, but today was Amara's birthday party, and compared to that, Grace wasn't as important.
Grace watched his departing figure, letting out a long breath, thankful that he didn't continue.
She looked at her clothes, which had been torn to shreds, feeling a bit ashamed.
The sensitivity of her body made her almost fall when she stood up.
Enduring the discomfort in her body, she took a bath, washing away the ambiguous scent.
But her face still had a faint blush, making her look incredibly alluring.
On the way, neither of them spoke, but the faint slap mark on Henry's face made Grace's heart tremble.
She had acted on instinct just now, but surprisingly, Henry hadn't strangled her in a fit of rage.
Henry endured it for the sake of the project. When they arrived at the party entrance, He got out of the car and very gentlemanly opened the door for Grace.
Grace, for the sake of three million dollars, didn't act coy and decided to play along to the end.
Her hand was held by Henry's, and under the night sky, the colorful lights cast a beautiful glow on them, creating a subtly breathtaking scene.
At this moment, Grace was like a flower at the party, her dress accentuating her stunning figure, paired with her beautiful face, making other women ordinary in comparison.
Henry also enjoyed it, not to mention other aspects, just having Grace alone was enough to give him face.
Perhaps this was also why he hadn't devorced.
But when Grace saw Felix, his expression was full of danger, and Grace knew she couldn't resist him.
So she gently held onto Henry's arm.
Seeing this, Felix wisely left.
Henry found it amusing, pinching Grace's chin. "You're not that stupid after all."
"So do you." Grace smiled, "Tonight, I'm only responsible for Mrs. Young, I don't care about anything else."
Henry smiled, stroking her hand, his voice hoarse: "Of course, my honey."
The two of them truly looked like a loving couple, dancing hand in hand.
Amara clapped beside them, introducing Grace as Mrs. Montague. to many top socialites, raising her status.
She even claimed that Gavin's favorite student was Grace.
Grace wasn't curious about how Amara knew, she didn't realize that Amara was completely building her up.
She was helping Grace, and because of their mutual appreciation, she liked Grace, even treating her like a daughter.
Under everyone's urging, she was forced to sit at the center of the party, with Henry also watching her, a strange look in his eyes.
The white light cast on half of Grace's face, giving it a hazy look.
Accompanied by the melodious sound of Grace's violin, the entire party quieted down. Everyone silently watched the beautiful figure at the center of the party. Some even recorded the scene.
Grace's violin music filled the entire hall.
But the most striking was the least concerned Henry. Why did this melody carry an inexplicable sense of familiarity? The tune, he felt like he's heard it somewhere before, but he couldn't quite place it.
When the piece ended, the air was silent for a few seconds, then applause erupted, and no one doubted Amara's previous words anymore.
Grace put down the violin and bowed in thanks. At this moment, everyone's doubts about Henry and Elodie's scandals were completely shattered.
Grace was so impressive, andElodie was probably just a greedy, malicious woman taking advantage of favors.
Henry looked at Grace with a hint of desire and possessiveness in his eyes. He wanted to possess Grace, it was his possessiveness, he didn't want Grace to be too stunning.
Especially to other men.
Some men at the scene were already looking at his wife with unfriendly eyes.
Grace didn't want to see Henry's lewd expression, so she said goodbye to Amara and turned to go outside.
She didn't like such noisy places, she felt that quietness was a kind of enjoyment.
Amara watched Grace's departing figure and couldn't help but look at Henry with a sigh. "Henry, you have a good wife. She is kind and matches you well. Cherish her well, or you will regret it when she really leaves."
Back then, she was just like Grace, unloved by Caleb, treated as a tool for marriage.
At that time, she felt abandoned by the whole world, but at that party, Grace played a solo piece for her, making her genuinely smile.
Back then, Grace's smile was so pure, without the forced effort she puts on now. In those days, she could freely showcase her talent; she was still someone greatly cherished by the Windsor family.
But now, they were similar yet different. Amara was already bound by the Young family, and even though her position was stable now, she understood that sometimes everything could change in an instant.
Henry didn't speak, and at this moment, Caleb came over.
Amara quickly greeted him. "Caleb, come here. This is Henry. You should know him."
Caleb patted his shoulder, handed him a glass of wine, and clinked glasses with him. "How could I not know the famous Mr. Montague? But I didn't know he had such a talented wife. Why hasn't she appeared before? Was he afraid that others would think about his wife?"
Amara straightened his collar. "I told you before, Grace is not inferior to those top socialites, even better. Now Henry is a business genius. Our two families should communicate and cooperate well, don't be estranged."
Caleb could hear the hidden meaning in her words.
"Alright, as you wish." Caleb smiled, giving Amara face.
Then Henry followed Caleb to meet other young talents.
Henry knew that this project was now a sure thing, but what he was thinking about now was not the project, but Grace.
He was wondering, was it really Elodie who awakened him that day?
If it was Grace, why didn't she tell him?
But perhaps telling him the truth wouldn't change anything.
After all, their marriage was loveless.
But now, listening to Amara's words, he thought Grace was indeed very similar to Amara.
He knew some things about the Young family in the early years, Amara's family went bankrupt, and Caleb didn't love her.
Was he too harsh on Grace?
Forget it, all he wanted was an obedient wife, and people at their level wouldn't easily change wives, just like Caleb, who wouldn't change even if he didn't love Amara.
At most, he just needed to give Grace more benefits, and she would stay.
But Grace was stopped. Just as she returned to the party, wanting to find Henry, a tall figure blocked her way.
It was Felix.
Grace saw that he didn't come with good intentions.
"Grace, the piece you played was nice. I heard you need money recently. How about coming to my place and playing a piece for me every day? How about two hundred thousand dollars a day?" He mocked Grace contemptuously.
Grace looked at him in his black suit, her tone cold, "Mr. Rodriguez, what will it take for you to let me go?"
Felix laughed in surprise. "Let you go? Alright, drink these three glasses of wine, and I'll let you go. From now on, we won't bother each other. How about that?"
At this moment, Henry also arrived, but seeing their conversation, he didn't stop it.
He also wanted to see how bold Grace was.
Grace looked at the three glasses of wine Felix called for, seizing the loophole. "Even if I divorce Henry, you won't trouble me?"
Felix smiled. "Naturally."
Grace didn't act coy. Although she got drunk after one glass of wine, to avoid future troubles, she accepted it.
She picked up the wine beside her and tilted her head back to drink it down.
After one glass, her face was tinged with a faint blush, very alluring, with a touch of enchanting charm in her eyes.
This was a look Henry had never seen before.
Felix was so mesmerized that he forgot to speak for a moment.
Why was he looking at Grace like that...
Grace didn't say much, drinking another glass of wine. Her originally delicate face was now covered with a bright red, her lips had a seductive sheen, making Felix's heart race.
Everyone present saw this scene.
Amara saw Henry's look of watching a show and wanted to stop Grace.
But Grace just raised the third glass, looking at Felix, then with trembling slender hands, she tried to drink the last glass.
"Enough." Henry stood up, snatched the glass from Grace's hand, and protected her behind him, his eyes cold as he stared at Felix. "I'll drink it for my wife."