Chapter 280 Missing Your Husband?
Grace glanced over at him.
Henry picked up the magazine again, the chandelier's light giving his face a soft, attractive glow. He had no plans to keep the chat going.
Seeing Grace still there, he asked casually without looking up, "Need something else?"
Grace shook her head and walked out, closing the door behind her.
The heavy wooden door shut quietly. Henry looked at the doorway, knowing Grace was upset because he had invited Cynthia over. He also knew she was feeling conflicted.
Grace didn't remember the past, but she was still drawn to him.
The book said people's tastes in beauty were fixed. Maybe he was Grace's type. Thinking about this, Henry felt a mix of emotions.
When Grace went downstairs, it was already dusk outside, with a light mist shrouding the courtyard, making everything look hazy.
Despite the cold outside, it was warm inside the house.
Clara was making pizza in the dining room, and the two kids were on the living room couch reading books and playing with toys. Seeing Grace come downstairs, Clara politely invited, "Ms. Windsor, want to join us for pizza?"
Clara was polite, but Grace didn't dare to accept.
Even though she came and went from the villa every day, she was just a secretary and shouldn't dine with the owners, so she declined.
Clara felt a bit disappointed but didn't push it. Instead, Taylor got off the couch and said, "I'll walk Ms. Windsor out."
Grace didn't refuse. After stepping outside, Taylor followed her, speaking like an adult, "I know you're upset. Because Dad is seeing other women. Hey, if you really like my dad, you need to make a move! The book says men like women who take initiative."
The car was right in front. Sawyer greeted her with a smile, "Ms. Windsor."
Grace nodded at him. Then she looked down at Taylor, who was already up to her shoulder. She said gently, "Then your dad must really like Ms. Wright."
Taylor wrinkled her nose and said, "Sounds like you are jealous!"
Grace felt her face heat up and didn't want to continue the conversation. She opened the car door and got in.
Suddenly, Taylor leaned in and whispered, "Dad doesn't let anyone else ride in this car, only you. Also, I didn't have a French class today at all! Dad made me take it."
Grace was stunned. She wanted to ask more, but Taylor had already run off, her figure becoming blurry in the white mist.
Grace looked up at the villa, now also shrouded in the white mist, adding a touch of mystery. For some reason, Taylor's words kept echoing in her mind.
These pieces of information all pointed to one fact: Henry had feelings for her.
Grace knew she was attractive, but she also realized that for a man like Henry, getting any beautiful woman he desired was effortless, and she wasn't as young as she used to be.
Why? She couldn't figure it out.
That night, Grace didn't sleep well.
Two days later, Grace accompanied Henry on a business trip to Harmony City.
She figured Celeste would be tagging along since she was Henry's go-to for business stuff, while Grace was more of a personal assistant. But to her surprise, it was just the two of them on the private jet.
Grace wanted to ask why but didn't dare.
Henry kept a cold, distant vibe the whole trip, making him seem unapproachable.
When they landed, a car whisked them away to the hotel. Celeste had booked the best place in Harmony City, the Sapphire Sky Hotel, and it was a massive 6,000-square-foot presidential suite. That meant Grace would be sharing a suite with Henry.
Grace felt a bit uneasy, but when Henry opened the suite door, he pointed to a bedroom and said, "You sleep here."
She looked around. This bedroom was at least 65 feet away from Henry's master bedroom, which gave her some peace of mind. After dropping off her luggage, she followed Henry to the master bedroom.
Henry lounged on the couch, going over the cooperation plan while she organized his luggage. She had packed it before they left.
Grace hung up each shirt and paired the pants with accessories like she had done it a million times before. It felt oddly familiar.
She paused, her mind going blank.
Henry noticed the silence and asked calmly, "What's wrong?"
Grace lowered her head and continued, covering up, "Nothing!"
Henry asked again, "Missing your husband?"
"No!" she replied.
Grace sensed the mockery in his words, her eyes welling up, but she didn't cry. They were adults, and crying over a single comment felt too fragile.
Henry quietly got up and came behind her.
Grace finished organizing the clothes and turned around, bumping right into his chest.
She wanted to break free, but Henry's hand gripped her waist. He didn't do anything else, just leaned in and whispered in her ear, "If you don't like me, why are you so afraid of me?"
Grace felt embarrassed and pushed him away.
Henry didn't resist. He let go and watched her walk away.
That night, they stayed in the same suite, and nothing happened.
Except for dinner time, Henry was in the study handling business, and when Grace went to bed, the study light was still on.
The next day, he took her to the Montague Group's branch office.
Henry had meetings all day. When they finally ended, Grace sat next to him, feeling like her back was about to give out. She looked at Henry—still as handsome and put-together as ever, with his hair perfectly in place.
Men and women really do have different energy levels.
Grace rested for a while and then started quietly organizing the documents. Henry tapped the conference table and said calmly, "There's a dinner party tonight. Can you drink?"
Grace couldn't drink, but as Henry's secretary, she had to be the one to drink on his behalf.
So she braced herself and said, "I can drink a little."
Henry knew exactly how much she could drink. Watching her try to act tough, he couldn't help but smile lightly. Maybe he had been too stern these past few days, and for a moment, Grace was captivated by his smile.
Henry's smile faded as he returned to his usual calm demeanor. "Let's go," he said.