Chapter 49 Unatisfied Being With Grace
Grace gently caressed Henry's face. After a moment, Henry grabbed her fingers, stopping her. He pinned her wrist against the pillow, ready to savor her, but noticed faint pink scars on her wrist.
Those scars were from the last time he pushed her too far, and she resorted to self-harm. Henry's blue eyes narrowed. Softening, he pressed against her gently, treating her with tenderness. His lips brushed her scars as he asked, "Does it still hurt?"
Grace turned away, unable to bear it. That night at the hotel, Henry had treated her like a cheap fling, and she couldn't forgive or forget.
She could handle Henry's roughness but not his tenderness. It reminded her of how she once begged for his affection.
Grace's eyes were moist with humiliation. She cupped Henry's face, kissed him, and clung to him like a woman used to pleasure.
Henry, gripping her neck, locked eyes with her, his blue eyes full of emotion. Every fiber of his being responded to her touch.
Afterwards, Henry put on a bathrobe, leaned on the sofa, and smoked.
The night was deep, and the dew was heavy. Even the smoke looked beautiful.
Grace took a bath, brought a first aid kit, and knelt beside him, gently applying medicine. She found the smoke too strong and removed the cigarette from his lips.
In silence, Henry watched Grace with mixed emotions. In her silk nightgown, she looked serene and modest, a stark contrast to her earlier passion.
No man disliked sex!
Henry considered himself an ordinary man. Even if he didn't love Grace, he had been with her for three years because of her body, and their marital life had only increased. But Grace, for the first time, was so proactive and passionate.
Henry felt conflicted, unsure if he felt fulfilled or empty. Initially, his body craved satisfaction, but afterward, a sense of emptiness engulfed him. As he looked at her delicate features, he questioned if this was what he truly wanted. Despite achieving his desires, a lingering discontent gnawed at him.
Henry and Felix fought, causing a stir. The Montague and Rodriguez families valued their dignity, so they suppressed the matter. However, rumors spread that Felix had fallen for Henry's wife.
Upon returning to Evergreen City, Juniper heard about it and invited Grace for coffee. As they reunited, silence filled the room.
Juniper had learned from Frank that Grace had returned to Henry. After a while, she croaked, "That bastard Frank sent me out of town. I knew he had no good intentions! Is Henry treating you well?" she asked with concern.
Grace brushed her hair aside and said indifferently, "He's fine! He brought Dylan back, spent $30 million on Oliver's case, changed our residence, hired servants, and I got a 2% share of the Montague Group."
She spoke of her deal with Henry as if it were nothing. Juniper understood Grace didn't care about the mansion, servants, or shares; she did it all for Oliver.
Grace pulled a file from her bag and slid it to Juniper. Curious, Juniper opened it to find a ripped-up divorce agreement with Henry's signature. She shot a sharp gaze at Grace.
Grace's face stayed calm. "He was ready to let go but suddenly changed his mind about the divorce. I know Henry well. Since I can't escape, I might as well make myself comfortable. Juniper, this isn't so bad now."
Tears welled up in Juniper's eyes as she gripped Grace's hand. "How could he be so fickle? Is he going through early menopause or something?"
The tense atmosphere lightened, and Grace laughed. "That might actually be possible!"
They chatted about many things. Juniper looked at Grace with a complicated expression and said, "Felix was hospitalized last night! He broke a rib, and Frank took him to the hospital. Esme couldn't stand Felix having feelings for you, and they had a big fight. Later, Amara came to handle it. The Rodriguez family must be in chaos right now."
Stirring her coffee, Grace said softly, "I didn't provoke him."
Juniper knew that but worried Felix wouldn't give up. If Grace wasn't Henry's wife one day, Juniper couldn't even imagine what might happen.
She didn't mention these unpleasant thoughts. They hadn't seen each other in a while, and Juniper insisted on buying some sexy lingerie, saying she needed to keep Frank in check with young models hanging around him.
Grace knew she was just saying that. Juniper probably didn't love Frank at all.
At the mall, Juniper convinced Grace to buy some daring clothes. Despite feeling they were too revealing, Juniper insisted Grace looked stunning in dark lace. While Juniper tried on more outfits, Grace watched with a faint smile.
Just then, Grace's phone rang. It was Henry. Her smile faded as she answered softly, "Hey, Henry, what's up?"
Henry was at the Montague Group, spinning his chair in his luxurious office. He casually asked, "I heard from Lisa Perry that you went out. Are you meeting someone?"
Though his tone was gentle, Grace sensed a hint of control. She kept her tone soft but firm. "Henry, you don't have to doubt me constantly."
There was silence on the other end. Clearly, Henry was a bit unhappy.
Grace lowered her stance, saying, "I'm out shopping with Juniper."
Henry's demeanor seemed to lighten, his tone softening. "What did you buy? If you have time, could you pick up a few shirts for me too?"
In the past, Grace loved buying things for him, but he never wore them. Now, he was actually asking her to buy something.
Grace didn't understand why Henry was so insistent on acting like a loving couple. Weren't they better off than they were before?
She gently reminded him, "Your shirts are all custom-made, Henry. Did you forget?"
Grace's perfunctory response was obvious to Henry. But he didn't get angry. Instead, he smiled slightly and said in an ambiguous tone, "I did forget! Mrs. Montague."
After hanging up, Grace felt exhausted.
At that moment, Juniper came out in a hurry and said, "I have an urgent notice! Grace, I have to go! We'll chat next time. Please settle the bill for me."
Grace shook her head helplessly. After Juniper left, she paid the bill and asked the store clerk to send the items to Juniper's place.
When she walked out of the mall, it was still early. There were many people at the cinema entrance.
A new movie was premiering, and the poster area was crowded with young men and women taking photos. Grace watched them and remembered she was only 24. But her heart was already scarred and battered.
She didn't want to go home, dreading facing Henry. On a sudden impulse, she bought a movie ticket. Holding it, she felt a sense of liberation, as if she had stolen two precious hours for herself.
Just as she was about to enter, a familiar voice called from behind. "Grace!"
Turning around slowly, Grace saw Henry looking impeccably sharp.