Chapter 92 Do I Need to Take Responsibility?
Grace woke up early to see Henry's handsome face up close.
He was sound asleep on the sofa, one hand under his head and the other on her waist, radiating warmth.
His shirt was a mess, pants still on, but his belt was off.
Grace checked herself. Mostly tidy, but she knew her underwear was missing. She spotted a thin, black piece in the sofa crack.
Her face turned red. She had slept with Henry last night.
She tried to get up quietly, but his hand tightened, pulling her back. Their bodies pressed together, and she could feel him.
The mood was tense. Henry patted her waist gently, eyes still closed, and said in a low, rough voice, "Don't move. If I lose control, you might cry again."
Grace stayed still, lying in his arms, waiting for him to calm down.
After a bit, Henry stroked her shoulder, looked at her with his blue eyes, and asked, "Do I need to take responsibility for last night?"
Grace couldn't remember much from last night.
She didn't recall the details or how many times they did it, but not remembering made it easier, less of a burden.
She propped herself up on Henry, sat up, and ran her fingers through her hair.
Her hands, skilled from playing the violin, were beautiful.
Henry watched her quietly. Since joining the Montague Group, he had always been busy, never lounging like this, just watching Grace in the morning light.
He gently caught her hand. "Why aren't you talking?"
Grace looked at the wine bottles on the table, lost in thought. After a while, she said softly, "We're adults; no need for responsibility. Besides, we're not officially divorced yet, so one more time doesn't matter."
She couldn't look at the black lace, so she went to her room to find something to wear.
Then, she started cleaning the messy living room.
Grace was good at housework. In her three years of marriage with Henry, she had become skilled at organizing and cooking. Doing housework made her feel calm.
Henry sat on the sofa, watching her with a half-smile. "Are you so open-minded now? Last night you were crying like a kitten, saying no over and over."
Grace's face turned red. "I drank too much, I don't remember!"
Henry didn't push it. He picked up the tiny underwear from the sofa, pulled Grace over, and handed it to her. "Did you buy this after we watched that movie?"
"I don't remember," she replied.
Henry looked at her. "You said you wanted to try on all the lingerie you bought for me, but I haven't seen it yet."
Grace's eyes got misty. She remembered when they were briefly happy. Henry had said he wanted to start over, that he didn't know how to love but would try to be a good husband. She had been naive, telling him her feelings might take a long time to come back and asking if he still wanted her.
He had said yes, but in the end, he disappointed her.
Grace took the underwear gently. "There won't be another time, Henry. Some things, once is enough."
She looked up, holding back tears. "You sleeping here means nothing. Our problems are still there, and last night doesn't change that. But thank you for what you did for my dad and Juniper. If you think it's not enough..."
Grace walked over, sat on his lap, knowing he liked it.
She also knew Henry still wanted her. After three years of marriage, she could tell.
Grace kissed his chin randomly.
Henry held her neck, stopping her.
She trembled slightly. "I'll take the pill after. No kids, don't worry."
Henry said irritably, "What's there to sweat about? I wore a condom last night!"
Grace's face turned red. She could never get used to his bluntness.
After a while, Henry's anger cooled. He pressed her onto the sofa, gently biting her lip. "Didn't you feel anything last night?"
Grace's eyes widened.
Henry nibbled her neck, his voice hoarse. "What should I do? You're so naive! How can I just let you go, huh?" He didn't touch her again.
Grace lay on the sofa, her heart softening. Sherry lay beside her, looking obedient. Grace reached out and petted her gently.
Sherry wagged her tail happily, circling Grace like a little girl. Grace laughed. She looked at Henry and said softly, "She's very cute."
Henry picked up the dog and placed it in her arms.
He pressed her down again, almost his entire body against hers, his blue eyes serious. "Grace, how about being her mom?"