Chapter 209 Actually, She Still Had Feelings for Him
Grace stumbled back into her apartment, the entryway dark and empty. She leaned against the door, trying to catch her breath. Her legs still felt like jelly.
She figured she'd run into Henry when she got back to Evergreen City, but she didn't think it would happen so fast.
What Henry pulled at the entrance of Tranquil Heights made her pause.
Grace's gut told her that Henry, with his wild ways, could mess with her head big time. She probably shouldn't have come back to Evergreen City, but Avery's bad allergies made Vesper City a no-go.
Grace zoned out for a while before she finally flicked on the light.
The bright light hit her face, making her look all soft and gentle. Even though she had two kids, time had been super kind to her; she looked just like she did before.
After a bit, she straightened up, walked over to the wine cabinet, and grabbed a bottle of champagne.
A night like this definitely called for a drink.
Just as she poured herself a glass, Owen called. He told her he had some social thing later and might get back to the hotel late, suggesting she hit the sack without him.
Grace just murmured a soft "Mm."
She told him to take it easy on the drinks.
Owen laughed. "I got it."
But those social gatherings rarely involved drinking less. Owen could handle his alcohol; he wasn't invincible, but he seldom got completely drunk.
Grace hung up, holding her wine glass, and headed to the small bar on the balcony to sit down.
She didn't get much chill time like this.
Usually, she was either taking care of the kids or running Serene Petal Dining. Her days were always packed. She was thankful for that; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to move on from Henry so easily.
On nights like this, though, Henry always crept back into her thoughts.
When Grace looked outside, she saw Henry, the guy who still made her heart race.
His car was still parked downstairs.
She couldn't see him, but she could see the hand sticking out of the car window.
Between Henry's fingers was the glowing tip of a cigarette. As it burned, wisps of pale blue smoke drifted out, only to be torn apart by the night breeze.
It was actually a pretty sight.
But it broke Grace's heart. She knew she shouldn't be watching, but she couldn't look away.
Finally, the car window rolled down all the way, revealing Henry's handsome face.
Henry tilted his head slightly, quietly staring at Grace. His eyes had that possessive look, the kind a guy has for a girl.
Grace's heart skipped a beat. She knew she still had feelings for him.
Tonight, he had pulled her into his arms. It was unbearable, and she had spoken harshly, but only she knew that her legs had gone weak at that moment. Just that contact had made her heart race.
Grace even remembered that when she was close to Henry, the skin on his neck was burning hot. In that instant, she even recalled their past, the pain, and the embarrassment.
Grace didn't dare to think any further. She didn't even dare to look at Henry anymore. She slowly drew the floor-to-ceiling curtains.
Downstairs, in the black Rolls-Royce.
Henry was still looking up. He looked for a long, long time.
The driver came over and gently nudged, "Mr. Montague, you gotta take your meds! Lucas said you can't skip 'em. He mentioned they're working great, and you even got some feeling back in your right hand."
Henry pulled his gaze away and gave a faint, self-deprecating smile. "Yeah, time for my meds."
The driver realized he might've overstepped and was about to apologize when Henry, with a blank expression, said, "Let's head back."
A few moments later, the car roared to life.
Henry stayed quiet, just sitting there. Every now and then, he'd glance at his right arm. He thought, if this arm was fine, even if his legs were shot, he'd have the guts to ask her to come back.
But life didn't do "what ifs."
The next day, Grace had a meet-up with Frank.
She just wanted a quick coffee and chat, but Frank insisted on a meal. He'd said over the phone, "Grace, it's been ages. Can't you give me this one?"
So, they ended up at a fancy club.
Frank wasn't hungry. Most of the time, he just stared at Grace. She knew he wasn't enchanted by her; she knew Frank was simply seeing Juniper in her.
Grace gently set down her pre-dinner drink and said calmly, "Frank, I get it. You just wanna know if she's okay! Yeah, Brent's gone! But you and Juniper were over ages ago. Maybe someday she'll find someone new, but it won't be you, Frank."
"That's what I wanted to tell you," Grace added.
Frank still wanted to see Juniper.
Grace held her wine glass, gently twirling it.
After a long pause, she spoke softly, "What's the point? Frank, besides all the pain you've caused her, don't forget you have a wife. Leave her alone. Juniper's been through enough because of you!"
Grace had said her piece. She excused herself, saying she needed to use the restroom.
Frank got the hint that Grace didn't want to talk anymore. She probably resented him too!
He didn't push it. After paying the bill, he left the club.
Frank drove around aimlessly, realizing he had nowhere to go. Eventually, he headed back home.
Though he called it home, he only showed up once every ten days or so.
He and Thalia were still married, but just on paper. Since she had aborted the baby, he hadn't touched her, and she hadn't bothered him either.
They kept their marriage alive through mutual hatred.
Frank turned off the engine and, as he walked in, heard some unusual noises. He listened for a bit before asking a nearby servant, "Is Mrs. Cavendish home?"
The servant's eyes darted around, and she stammered.
Frank guessed what was up. He shot a glare at the servant who wanted to warn Thalia and slowly walked upstairs. The servant made some noise, probably to alert Thalia, but he didn't care.
In the end, he caught them.
Thalia and some guy were going at it, pretty intensely!
Frank walked in, and the guy noticed first. He immediately rolled off Thalia, covering himself with the blanket, shaking all over, and begging for mercy.
Thalia woke up too, her face going pale as she looked at Frank.
Frank pulled out his phone and casually snapped a few incriminating photos before motioning for the guy to scram.
The guy, Thalia's personal trainer, bolted, not giving a damn about Thalia.
Thalia kicked him hatefully, but the guy didn't even look back, grabbing his clothes and belt before running off.
Thalia didn't care anymore either.