Chapter 19 Like Selling Your Body?
What a buzzkill.
Henry, who had no desire to continue, grabbed a towel and went to take a shower. He glanced at Grace and felt extremely irritated.
In the bathroom, he looked at his hands and lost himself in thought for a moment.
Grace's words of resistance echoed in his mind.
He had to admit that his heart was indeed touched for a moment. Was it anger?
But why would he be angry because of Grace? Clearly, he didn't care about her thoughts.
But why did he feel a bit soft-hearted when he saw her crying quietly?
No. This wasn't soft-heartedness, he wouldn't admit it.
He just felt empty, as if something that originally belonged to him was taken away.
She didn't like him anymore, but since when? He didn't want to think about it.
Henry reached out and touched his earlobe, which was faintly aching, and couldn't help but sneer, "Grace has learned to bite."
After finishing his shower, he wrapped himself in a bathrobe and left the bathroom. He looked at the conspicuous clothes on the floor, which made him blush.
Grace was curled up in the bed, like a wounded little cat.
Henry ignored her and took a pack of cigarettes from the table, then went to the balcony to smoke. This time, he closed the door, not letting the smoke enter the room.
Lying on the hanging chair, he looked at the crescent moon in the sky and fell into deep thought.
Was Grace angry at him for Elodie.
But all of Elodie's affairs were handled by Celeste.
Forget it, this relationship was an accident, he shouldn't mix in too many emotions.
But Lucas needed to be dealt with. Even if Henry didn't love Grace, Lucas shouldn't think he could get her.
He picked up his phone and made a call.
Re-entering the room, he glanced at Grace hiding under the covers, ignored her, and walked out of the room, heading downstairs.
At this moment, Celeste was like a hostess, leaning on the sofa handling documents.
Seeing Henry come downstairs, she quickly got up and made way, standing by to await Henry's instructions.
Henry glanced at her and then said to a servant, "Prepare a glass of honey lemon water, I'll take it up later."
The servant nodded and left.
With the ambiguous atmosphere gone, Henry looked up at Celeste, "Celeste, it's late, are you here to throw yourself at me?"
Celeste knew her intentions had been exposed and quickly shook her head, "No, I was just worried Mr. Montague might be drunk, so I came to take care of him."
Seeing the bite mark on Henry's earlobe, her hands behind her back clenched slightly.
Henry glanced at the dry-cleaned clothes on the sofa and frowned, "Go back, you don't need to do these things."
Celeste felt a bit unwilling. She knew that if Henry had to choose between Grace and Elodie, he would definitely choose Grace.
Because men liked beautiful women.
And Celeste couldn't even catch Henry's eye.
"Then, since Mrs. Montague is back, should all the jewelry and clothes be handed over to her?" She asked.
Henry's dark eyes swept over her embarrassed look, feeling a bit annoyed.
It was because of these things that Grace was making a fuss about divorce.
Celeste nodded, "Don't worry, Mr. Montague, I'll arrange it."
"Okay, and don't come to my home in the future. Mrs. Montague's monthly allowance will be increased to two million dollars." He was a bit disgusted by Celeste's meddling and stirring up trouble.
If it weren't for Celeste's high efficiency, the Montague Group might have long been without her.
As a profit-driven person, he only valued personal interests.
Now, Grace still had value to the Montague family.
If she were someone without value, he would have discarded her long ago.
Celeste left angrily and unwillingly.
Her eyes trembled with the hidden admiration. Three years, no matter how well she did in front of Henry, she was never noticed.
Henry's heart was indeed ruthless.
Henry carried a glass ofhoney lemon water to the second floor.
Grace was angry. If he wanted to keep her, a little concession wouldn't hurt.
As soon as he stepped into the room, he saw Grace secretly sending a message.
He frowned and walked over, putting down the honey lemon water, "Mrs. Montague still has the energy to send messages?"
Grace ignored him and held onto her phone. Henry's eyes darkened, and he reached out to snatch it from her hand.
He glanced at the message, it was a night view sent by Lucas.
[Grace, the family wants me to return for a while. If you need anything, just call me, don't miss me.]
Grace hadn't replied yet.
But a surge of anger rose in Henry's heart. He leaned over and pressed her down, grabbing her slender hand that was trying to pull back, "Don't you reply to Lucas?"
Grace felt that Henry was a bit jealous and looked into his deep eyes, "Henry, there's nothing between me and Lucas."
"Nothing?" Henry chuckled, holding Grace's slender hand, "Mrs. Montague is virtuous, you wouldn't do anything to betray me, I believe you."
He said as he picked up the honey lemon water beside him, his eyes hiding a strange look, "Come, drink the honey lemon water before you sleep."
Grace didn't know where his kindness came from, but the discomfort in her body made her hold the cup and take a few sips, then she curled back into the bed.
Henry looked at Grace, who was like a frightened rabbit, and couldn't help but laugh, "Come back, okay?"
His tone was gentle, which he had never shown before.
His company and his life needed Grace, at least he was used to it.
Her departure had caused him quite a bit of trouble.
Grace heard this, poked her head out, looked at him, and shook her head seriously, "Henry, you've already violated the deal. The three million dollars didn't mean I should sleep with you, now you owe me another two million dollars."
"You've learned to bargain." Henry leaned over, lightly biting Grace's earlobe, his hot breath spraying on her ear, "Grace, you're really wild now, don't you think your bargaining..."
"your bargaining is like selling your body?" Henry didn't hesitate to insult Grace.
He pinched her chin, looking at her stubborn face, "Do you know, you were really wild just now, did it feel good?"
"How long has it been, and you're already wanting to make love? I haven't even settled the score for you seducing me."
Grace felt ashamed but still looked him in the eye, "Henry, I..."
Before she could speak, Henry pressed his lips to hers, taking what he wanted.
Grace wanted to struggle, but Henry forcefully pressed her onto the bed, their breaths entwined, filling the room with an ambiguous atmosphere.
She was conquered again, sweating, but her eyes were full of defiance.
Henry found it amusing, his fingers brushing Grace's red lips, laughing teasingly, "I really want to taste your lips."
Grace understood what he meant.
When they got married, she loved Henry so much, she was even willing to give her life for him, but she still resisted blowjobs.
Now, wanting to leave the Montague family, how could she let him have his way?
Henry pinched her chin, took out his phone, and transferred 100,000 dollars to her, "How about paid service, aren't you short of money? Mrs. Montague."
Grace glared at him and bit his finger.
Henry winced in pain, his eyes filled with surprise, "You actually bit me so hard."
Grace sneered, "Of course, Henry, you spent more than three million dollars on fireworks for Elodie."
"What do you mean?"
Grace sneered, kicking him while he was stunned, covering herself with the blanket, "I mean nothing, if you want it, go find Elodie, don't make fun of me."
Henry looked at Grace in surprise, "It seems the honey lemon water the servant made is quite effective."
His eyes filled with desire, sweeping over Grace's flushed face in the dim light, he pulled the blanket away. His strength was great, and Grace, who had just sobered up a bit, couldn't resist, her body once again exposed to Henry.
Henry untied the belt of his bathrobe, his well-defined muscles still wet from the shower.
The scent of his aftershave mixed with the ambiguous atmosphere on Grace's body, Henry's chest pressed against her, the ambiguous feeling rising again.
"Grace, since you are sober, how about making love one more time?"