Chapter 171 Can I See the Child 2
Henry always gave a damn.
He rasped out, "Back in the day, you weren't like this with me!"
Outside, the twilight stretched on forever.
Inside, it was all cozy and lit up. Grace stood there, looking all soft and gentle in the warm glow.
She glanced at Henry and murmured, "Because we were never equals! From the moment we tied the knot, we were never on the same level. Every day, I had to deal with a cold, distant husband. I never knew which of my words would set you off. I never knew what I did wrong that would make you give me the silent treatment for a week. In a marriage like that, how can a woman ever chill out?"
Henry's eyes were burning. "What if I start giving a damn and respecting you from now on?"
Grace gave a faint smile. "What's the point?"
She took Taylor from his arms, soothing the kid as she said, "You've seen the kid, no need to hang around any longer!"
Right then, Clara brought out a few plates of food.
Henry knew he had to bounce.
He gently touched Taylor's little head and said softly, "The divorce papers are downstairs. Come down with me to get them."
Grace hesitated a bit. After a moment, she spoke calmly, "I'll grab a coat."
Her easy agreement threw Henry off a bit, and he couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope. He looked at Grace with tenderness and affection.
Clara looked worried, but Grace smiled reassuringly. "It's okay, Clara! Just going down to get something."
Clara forced a smile.
As Grace was about to leave after putting on her coat, Taylor suddenly reached out her little hand and called, "Da..., Da..."
Grace felt a pang in her heart. She said to Henry, "Hold her again! It'll be a while before you see her."
Henry took Taylor, kissed her, and looked at Grace deeply. "I'll come to see her in a couple of days! When it's cool with you, I'll take her back to stay for a few days."
He tried not to make her uncomfortable, always hoping for a fresh start.
Grace knew what he was thinking, but she didn't respond. She quietly watched Taylor.
Taylor adored Henry. She leaned on his arm, waving her little hand happily, her small mouth open, showing her cute gum.
Henry kissed her again and again before handing the kid to the nanny.
As he was leaving, he greeted Clara, but Clara didn't respond.
Henry felt a bit bummed, but he didn't show it, always keeping it polite.
He and Grace left the house one after the other.
Downstairs, the north wind blew. He instinctively shielded Grace from it, saying gently, "You should've brought a scarf."
Grace brushed off his kindness. "I'll be right back up!"
Henry held the car door, his eyes intense.
Out of nowhere, he gently grabbed her slender wrist and pressed her lightly against the car.
The car was cold and hard against her back. Henry used his hand to cushion her, inevitably making physical contact, making Grace feel trapped in his embrace.
Grace's tone was icy. "What do you think you're doing?"
Henry wanted to touch her face but hesitated. His hand hovered in the air for a long time before falling.
He looked at her, his eyes filled with deep emotion.
He murmured, "You just said we aren't equals. Then I'll treat you as an equal! Not just that, you can even lock me up, give me sedatives every day, do whatever you want to me until you're no longer mad. Then you can talk to me like that, smile at me like that, okay?"
Grace's slender waist was held in his hand. She struggled but couldn't break free. "Henry, you're nuts!"
As soon as Grace finished speaking, her lips were sealed.
Maybe it was the bottled-up emotions, or maybe it was the provocation from Dylan's call, but Henry kissed her passionately, almost recklessly, invading her lips.
Their bodies rubbed against each other, their tongues entwined.
But even in such a heated kiss, they both tasted a hint of pain.
After what felt like forever, Henry finally let go.
As soon as he did, Grace slapped him. He wasn't mad; instead, he leaned against her neck, gently calming down. Between his lips and teeth, it seemed there was still a trace of Grace's taste.
Grace pushed him hard.
She failed because Henry held her tightly in his arms. His heart was pounding, just to whisper in her ear, "Grace, I like you."
Henry liked Grace. From beginning to end, she was the only one he ever liked.
This was the worst possible time, but he couldn't wait to confess to her. He had treated her poorly before, but he wouldn't anymore. He would stay by her side until she forgave him.
The moonlight was faint, and Grace's face was pale.
She was stunned for a few seconds before pushing Henry away, her tone cold. "I thought you said you were going to bring the divorce papers."
Henry's eyes were deep.
Grace lowered her eyes and smiled faintly. "Henry, you sent me to that place, and you think I would still like you? Am I crazy, or are you?"
Henry's face turned pale.
After a while, he opened the car door, leaned in, and took out the divorce papers, placing them in Grace's hand. But it took him a long time to let go, his voice very soft. "Grace, whether you believe it or not, this is the thing I regret the most in my life."
Grace held the divorce papers and looked at them.
When she looked up again, her eyes were a storm of emotions, but Henry didn't catch it.
He watched Grace walk away.
Her figure was slender, and as she walked in the building, she lightly covered her coat collar with her hand, her posture elegant and beautiful.
Suddenly, Grace turned around.
The crystal chandelier above lit up her face, making it glow. She stood on the steps, looking at him with a gentle smile. "Henry, goodbye!"
Henry felt a softness in his heart. He didn't realize that Grace was saying farewell to him.
He urged her, "It's cold, get back inside quick!"
Grace took one last look at Henry and slowly went upstairs.
Henry watched for a long time before getting ready to leave.
But as soon as he got into the car, someone blocked his way. It was Sierra.
In the dark night, Sierra looked thin and frail, her face showing a stubborn expression as she gazed at Henry.
Just now, she had seen Henry kiss Grace and Grace slap him!
Didn't Henry not love Grace? Why did he seem not angry at all after being slapped and instead tried to comfort her?
The Henry in Sierra's mind was always noble and indifferent, never this passionate.
Sierra couldn't accept it.
Henry rolled down the car window and leaned back in his seat, lighting a cigarette.
Sierra immediately ran over, her pale face etched with a look of inner pain. She pleaded softly, "Mr. Montague, can you let Rebecca and Calvin go? Can you get someone to treat their legs? They are really pitiful."
Henry sat in the car, the warmth enveloping him as he had shed his coat, revealing a crisp white shirt that exuded elegance.
His intense gaze bore into her, sending a shiver down Sierra's spine. She hesitated, didn't dare to act impulsively.
Henry turned his head to look ahead, slowly finishing half a cigarette. When he stubbed it out, his tone was icy. "Are you pleading for Calvin, or are you here to seduce me?"
Sierra's heart skipped a beat.
She felt a sense of embarrassment as if Henry had seen through her. She stammered, "Mr. Montague..."
Henry didn't let her continue.
His gaze was cold, and he told her directly, "I'm not interested in you! Ms. Williams, I think you should understand such straightforward words!"
Sierra's eyes filled with tears. She trembled, her lips quivering, unable to say a word for a long time.
Henry rolled up the window and gently pressed the gas pedal to leave.
Under the cold streetlight, only Sierra was left standing alone, her face covered in tears. After a long time, she slowly squatted down, hugging herself. Sierra felt utterly humiliated.
Henry drove back to the villa.
As he got out of the car, he rubbed his forehead tiredly and entered the house. The servant took his coat and said eagerly, "The kitchen made some pancakes today, would you like to try some, Mr. Montague?"
Henry frowned slightly.
The servant didn't think much and blurted out, "Mrs. Montague used to love them. She would always ask the kitchen to make them. Did you forget?"
Henry smiled faintly.
He had rarely shared a meal with Grace, so how would he know her habits? Walking into the dining room, he took a seat, picked up a newspaper, and casually remarked, "Since it used to be a regular thing, bring me a portion."
The servant quickly went to prepare.
After a while, Henry looked at the dozen or so sumptuous dishes and the pancakes, lost in thought. He glanced upstairs; not long ago, there were always the cries of a baby, and the house was filled with Taylor's things.
Baby formula, little clothes, and toys—now the house was empty.
But Henry came home every night, even if no one was there, because the house still had their things. Sometimes, looking at those things, he would deceive himself that Grace had just gone back to the Windsor family for a while and she would come back.
Late at night, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
Henry thought about how Grace had said goodbye to him so gently tonight. He kept thinking that she still had feelings for him, that they could still reconcile.
He couldn't help but call Grace. The phone rang a few times before Grace answered.
Her voice was a bit hoarse in the late night, adding a touch of feminine charm. "Henry, is it something important?"
Henry was silent for a few seconds before speaking softly, "No, I just wanted to hear your voice."
On the other end, Grace seemed to chuckle lightly.
Then she said, "We're divorced. Besides Taylor, we shouldn't have anything else between us. Henry, don't make things difficult for me. It's impossible between us!"
Henry felt a bit of disappointment.
Grace hung up first. After hanging up, she looked down at her phone in a daze.
Clara draped a coat over her shoulders.
She had heard the call and knew it was from Henry. She said softly, "If you've made up your mind, don't let certain people or things trouble you anymore. It's not worth it."
Grace smiled calmly. "It's nothing, Clara. I'm just thinking about Taylor."
Hearing this, Clara sighed lightly and went back to her room to sleep.
After a while, Grace raised her hand and gently touched her lips.
She wanted peace, but Henry seemed unwilling to let go. The kiss they shared downstairs that night made her determined to leave Evergreen City.
On the dressing table lay several one-way tickets to Vesper City from Evergreen City.