Chapter 215 Henry, How Am I Supposed to Live Well?
Henry yanked Grace closer, staring deep into her eyes. They were both shaking like leaves in the wind.
This wasn't about getting physical; it was all about that raw, intense emotion.
They'd known each other for like, forever. Married for years, been through all kinds of ups and downs, had two kids together, but never had they felt this connected, this real.
Henry's eyes were screaming how much he wanted Grace.
But he held back. He whispered in her ear, telling her to take care of herself.
Grace was still shaking like crazy. She looked up at him.
Her face, lit just right, was as beautiful and soft as he remembered. Tears in her eyes, she whispered, "How am I supposed to move on, Henry? Tell me, how?"
Henry had no clue what to say. He didn't want to hold her back. He figured time would heal her, and their feelings would just fade away.
Grace felt his resolve and knew she had to leave.
Right then, they heard a car pull up in the villa's courtyard. Grace's ride was here.
She leaned on Henry's shoulder, murmuring, "Henry, let go! I gotta go. I'll think about what you said."
Henry was still in a daze.
Grace had already stood up. She walked away quickly and urgently. He saw her turn at the entrance, tears glistening in her eyes. He clenched his fist gently, feeling the warmth she left in his hand.
It was the only warmth he'd felt in two years.
Grace still loved him!
Suddenly, Henry couldn't hold it in. He wanted to get up but felt powerless.
He listened to the car starting outside and shut his eyes tight.
Inside the black car, it was dark and quiet.
Grace leaned back, tears streaming down her face, not for their relationship, but for Henry's health.
She still couldn't believe the once vibrant Henry had become like this.
She remembered him saying that a wife and kids were just extras, power was what mattered!
Grace had told him he didn't get love; when he finally did, it was too cruel. If it wasn't so tragic, she thought she could let go of the past and of Henry.
The luxury car cruised through the city.
As they passed a graffiti wall, Grace croaked, "Stop the car."
The driver pulled over and turned to her, asking softly, "Ms. Windsor, what's wrong?"
Grace's voice was thick with emotion. "Got a marker?"
The driver rummaged through the glove compartment and quickly said, "Yeah, I do."
Grace took it. She opened the car door and walked to the graffiti wall, to the spot where she had once secretly confessed to Henry. She had erased the words herself when she was disappointed in him.
Now, she wanted to write them again.
The night was cool and calm.
Grace stood in front of the wall covered with names and drawings and gently wrote her and Henry's names. This time, she didn't write [Grace loves Henry], but [Henry loves Grace].
Yeah, he loved her.
After scribbling on the wall, Grace reached out her slender fingers and gently traced the words. Her face and movements were all soft and tender. She murmured, "Henry, tell me, what should I do?"
But no one had the answer.
Grace was sick. She couldn't stand for long and quickly got back in the car.
The driver was pretty touched. He thought the idea that rich folks didn't have real love was bogus; Grace seemed super emotional.
He had no clue Grace was sick and just left after dropping her off.
Grace got home. Since she came back unexpectedly, there was no housekeeper around, and the place felt cold and empty.
She flopped right onto the soft bed. Her mind wandered to Henry, their shared history, and what the future might hold.
Lost in her thoughts,, Grace slowly drifted off to sleep.
Grace had a dream. She was back to when she was 18, the first time she felt that flutter for Henry.
That day, The Montague Mansion was throwing a big bash.
Grace went with Clara. Even at 18, she was already blooming. Aurora liked her a lot and treated her warmly.
Half an hour into the ball, Grace suddenly got her period.
It was late and unexpected, and she was in a white dress. Clara was gonna take her home, but Aurora said no need and took Grace to handle it.
Clara had another social engagement, so she expressed her gratitude to Aurora and departed.Grace was taken to a bedroom on the third floor. Judging by the fancy decor, it was a master bedroom. Grace felt uneasy, but Aurora said it was a guest room and handed her some clothes to change into in the bathroom. She said she'd get some pads for Grace.
Who could say no to such kindness?
Back then, Grace really liked Aurora and didn't doubt her.
Grace went into the bathroom, took off her dress and the slip underneath.
Grace's cheeks were a bit red. She stood under the shower, her body still not fully developed, all soft and tender.
The bedroom door opened, and in walked a tall figure. It was 22-year-old Henry. He hated these parties and had been playing tennis outside. He just got back and couldn't wait to shower.
He was so preoccupied he didn't notice someone was already in there.
When the partition door opened, young Henry and Grace were both stunned. Neither had been in a relationship, experienced intimacy, or seen the opposite sex's body.
Grace covered herself with her hands and softly told him to leave.
Henry wrapped a towel around himself. He recognized her as Nathan's daughter and snapped, "What are you doing here? Who allowed you to use the shower in my room? Are you trying to seduce me?"
"I got my period!" Grace turned her back to him, scared and helpless, and started crying, "I wasn't trying to seduce you!"
Henry hated it when women cried, thinking she was such a hassle!
He backed out, drying himself as he said, "Hurry up and clean yourself! I'll take you out."
If someone saw Grace in Henry's room, it would be a mess to explain. He remembered she was only 18.
He vaguely remembered her figure. Slender, with particularly good lines, long and straight legs, incredibly tender.
Henry suddenly felt a strong desire.