Chapter 41 No man Isn't Lustful!
Henry sat in the car, eyes closed, trying to relax.
Out of nowhere, Gavin's words about that student popped into his head. Gavin had mentioned the student married the love of her life.
Henry's thoughts drifted to Grace. He'd known her forever. Did she feel the same way when she married him? Marrying the one you love, spending a lifetime together.
Usually calm and collected, Henry had been on edge lately, especially when it came to Grace.
He called his assistant. "How's that task coming along?"
The assistant quickly replied, "Mr. Montague, we've contacted Dylan! His flight lands in Evergreen City in 12 hours. He'll team up with the legal team right away to handle the Windsor Group case."
Henry asked, "How confident is he?"
The assistant hesitated, then said, "Dylan's asking for a sky-high fee of $30 million! He says he's 100% confident."
Henry trusted Dylan's skills.
He hung up, planning to rest again since he had an important meeting at noon. But instead, he opened his photo album and pulled out a picture.
It was a photo of Grace.
He had taken it a long time ago when Grace was asleep, not long after they got married. Grace would often cry herself to sleep after he pressed her down on the bed.
Her delicate face, golden hair, and the white pillow created a pure and sensual beauty.
At that time, Henry didn't like Grace either, but for some reason, he took the photo. Sometimes, during business trips, he would glance at it before retiring for the night. There was one instance he vividly recalled; perhaps due to a prolonged period of celibacy, he found himself unable to resist gazing at her picture, a memory that lingered with him to this day.
Henry had encrypted the photo. As he exited the album, he thought to himself, this is probably a man's inherent flaw; no man is immune to lust!
At nine in the evening, Grace sat on the couch, quietly watching the news: "Chief Lawyer Dylan ends his charity trip and returns to the legal field."
On the TV screen, Dylan made a grand and high-profile appearance.
With his handsome and stern face, he told the reporters, "Fame and fortune are not the most important to me. For me, the pursuit of justice in the law is my lifelong goal."
Grace listened, feeling dazed. It dawned on her that Henry's intention was for her to grasp the gravity of the situation. He aimed to convey that he held the power to repatriate Dylan and shield Oliver from imprisonment. Implicit in his message was the understanding that if she chose not to accompany him, all these possibilities would slip through her fingers.
The next time Dylan appeared on TV, it would be a different story. Honesty was their hallmark.
Grace's phone buzzed, indicating Clara was on the line. After picking up, Clara burst out in excitement, "Grace, have you seen the news? Dylan's back! There might be a chance for Oliver's case."
In a hushed tone, she confided, "We'll give it our all, no matter what! Grace, I understand you're going through a tough time. Your father and I are prepared to tighten our belts. Once he's well again, I'll seek employment to contribute to the household. Once Oliver is free, things will start looking up!"
Tears welled up in Clara's eyes. How could she not empathize with Grace, the child she had seen blossom over the years?
Grace kept a calm demeanor. Without disclosing the truth to Clara, she comforted her in a strained voice, "Clara, relax. Inform Dad not to fret, either. I'll ensure to engage Dylan's assistance in securing Oliver's triumph in the legal battle."
Clara cried tears of joy.
They exchanged a few more words before reluctantly hanging up.
After the call, Grace curled up on the couch, hugging herself for comfort.
She reminisced about the good times with Oliver when they were young. After their mother passed away, she always missed her. Oliver would coax her to sleep every night, reading fairy tales and singing lullabies.
He would take her to school, and the driver would stop the car at the school gate while Oliver carried her onto the campus.
Oliver was the best brother in the world.
The night grew deeper.
Grace fell asleep in the hospital room. Her small face rested on her knees, cold and beautiful. She looked as fragile as a piece of glass, ready to shatter at any moment.
Outside the hospital room, Henry stood in silence, observing Grace intently for a long time.
A nurse stood beside him, speaking in a low voice, "She's been like this since watching the news, Mr. Montague. Should we go in and wake Mrs. Montague? She might be uncomfortable sleeping like this."
Henry's expression was unreadable. After a long time, he turned and left, saying only, "Don't let her know I was here!"
Downstairs, he got into the black Bentley, feeling very upset.
He pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a puff, but felt even more agitated, so he put it out.
As he stubbed out the cigarette, a thought crossed his mind, 'The world is filled with countless women, many of whom are beautiful. Is it truly necessary to invest so much effort and resources into Grace? An unwilling wife is really not worth it.'
But he still did it.
Perhaps it was his reluctance to release her. He was unwilling to relinquish her, reluctantto witness her in another man's embrace. After all, sharing a few years of intimacy together created a unique bond.
The next day, Henry arrived at the hospital in the afternoon.
He had injured his thigh ligament while riding a horse, and Celeste accompanied him to the hospital. He didn't go to the emergency room but arranged for a doctor to come to Grace's room to bandage him.
Henry sat on the couch, glancing at Grace.
Grace leaned against the headboard, reading a book, seemingly indifferent. But he had seen her vulnerable side last night and knew she was just putting on a brave front.
Henry looked away and told the doctor, "Leave the medical kit."
His injury wasn't serious, so the doctor agreed.
After the doctor left, Celeste volunteered, "Mr. Montague, let me help you with the bandage!"
Henry leaned back on the couch, his tone cold. "It's my thigh that's injured! Celeste, are you planning to take off my pants?"
Celeste quickly apologized, "Mr. Montague, I didn't mean that!"
Henry lifted his chin slightly, uttering, "Aren't you leaving?"
After Celeste left and the door closed, Henry looked at Grace on the bed and requested, "Come over and help me with the bandage!"
He had been there for a while, and only then did Grace look up at him.
Despite his injury, Henry was still impeccably dressed and elegant.
A classic black and white suit looked extremely good on him, though the top two buttons of his shirt were undone, making his Adam's apple even more pronounced and adding to his allure.
As Grace got out of bed, Henry took off his jacket and gently pulled out his belt.
Under the bright lights, he unhesitatingly pulled his trousers down to his thighs in front of her, revealing a section of his muscular leg.
Henry looked up and met Grace's gaze.
His voice suddenly became hoarse. "It's been three years, and you still haven't had enough?"