Chapter 114 I Don't Understand Love, Can You Teach Me?
Grace rushed home to find Sherry looking listless. The dog hadn't eaten much all day, and even her favorite treats and toys couldn't cheer her up.
Clara, worried, said, "Could she be sick? I'll change and go with you to the vet. We can't let this get worse."
Grace picked up Sherry and thought for a moment. "Dad's not well, and we can't leave him unattended. I'll go alone. Clara, I want to hire a live-in nurse to make things easier for you."
Clara nodded. "Alright! Be careful."
As Grace was leaving, Nathan patted Sherry's head. After the door closed, he said to Clara, "You always act like you don't care about the dog, but you're more anxious than anyone when it matters."
Clara went to the kitchen to get him some water and his medication. From the kitchen, she called out, "Aren't you the same? How dare you say that about me."
Nathan laughed.
At WhiskerWise Pet Hospital, the doctor examined Sherry while Grace stayed by her side. Sherry rested her head on Grace's palm, looking pitiful.
The glass door opened, and the receptionist exclaimed, "Mr. Montague!"
Grace was surprised to see Henry. He had rushed over in the middle of the night, wearing a black shirt, black pants, and a thin black down jacket. Despite the hasty outfit, he still looked handsome.
Henry walked over to Grace and explained, "I left my number when we registered. I got a text when you checked in."
Grace, gently stroking Sherry, replied coldly, "You could have ignored it."
Sherry whimpered softly when she saw Henry, wanting him to hold her. Henry petted and soothed her, saying, "I kind of missed her."
The doctor, observing them, wondered if they were really divorced.
After the examination, the doctor said, "She's just in heat, entering her reproductive period. That's why she's lost her appetite and interest in everything. It would be best if you decided whether to spay her. The best time would be in about two months."
Henry looked at Grace. She knew spaying was better for animals but felt Sherry was too young.
Henry saw her reluctance and told the doctor, "We'll discuss it. Maybe we'll let her have first litter before spaying."
The doctor nodded and gave some advice before sending off the famous ex-couple.
It was hard to get a cab late at night. Henry drove his black Bentley over, opened the passenger door, and said, "Get in."
Grace refused, saying it wasn't appropriate.
Henry looked at her quietly, then smiled faintly. "You're overthinking it. I'm just worried about Sherry. She's in heat, and I want to buy her some little pants. We can't have her dripping blood everywhere. Don't worry, former Mrs. Montague, I won't do anything inappropriate."
It was very cold outside. Grace, feeling sorry for the dog, got in and sat next to Henry. As she fastened her seatbelt, Henry placed a tissue under Sherry's bottom.
Grace, feeling it was too intimate, said coldly, "Didn't you say you were going to buy pet diapers?"
Henry didn't argue, straightened up, and lightly pressed the gas pedal. After about ten minutes, the car stopped in front of a pet supply store. Grace wanted to get out, but he stopped her. "It's cold outside. I'll go."
Henry got out and walked into the store. In less than five minutes, he came back with a bag of pet diapers, put them in the trunk, and petted Sherry's head as he got back in the car. "I bought the smallest size. Put them on her when you get home," he said.
Grace just hummed and turned to look out the window.
As the car started again, Henry casually asked, "I heard from Amara that you want to start a business. Are you short on money? If you need help, tell me."
His tone was casual but still had an air of control.
Grace felt uncomfortable and replied coldly, "Henry, don't pry into my affairs!"
"I'm just concerned about you!"
At the next red light, Henry stopped the car and turned to her, his voice soft. "Even though we're divorced, we're still family. Grace, I want to care for you like family. Is that not okay?"
He was so gentle and considerate, like the perfect ex-husband. But Grace had lived with him for years, had fallen for him several times, and had been disappointed too many times. She knew these were his tricks to soften her heart.
Grace coldly refused, "Henry, the best relationship between us is no relationship."
Then he held her hand.
In the dim car, they couldn't see each other clearly, but when they looked at each other, they could see the glimmer in each other's eyes—one with a hint of sadness, the other with a man's possessiveness.
Henry held her hand tightly, not giving her a chance to escape.
In the small, quiet car, he spoke to her in a low, intimate voice, "Grace, I regret it! After the divorce, I had dinner with a few women and even tried to date, but I wasn't interested in them at all, not even physically. But tonight in the restaurant bathroom, I wanted to have sex with you right there, to hear you call my name in that husky, desperate voice, to see you lose yourself because of me. I want you to love me!"
Grace's face grew hot, but she pretended to be calm. "Talking dirty with such sophistication! That's a new one!"
Henry turned his head, staring straight at her.
After a moment, his voice hoarse, he continued, "Do you remember that time in the hallway? I barely touched you, and you melted! Later, you said you wanted more than just material things and physical needs; you wanted love. Now, I'm willing to give you all of that. Grace, you said I didn't know how to love. Can you teach me? Teach me how to love you; teach me how to make you happy. I'll do anything you say."
Henry spoke passionately, and he couldn't help but pull her closer, their foreheads touching.
Such intimacy, such temptation—what woman could resist?
But Grace gently pushed him away, giving him a faint smile. "Henry, you want to give, but I don't want it anymore!"
"Our marriage was a mistake from the start. I told you, I don't want to be your cure," she said.
Late at night, the car stopped in front of the Windsor villa.
Grace left with the dog, not looking back, her figure gradually disappearing into the stairwell, though her eyes were slightly wet.
The end of a marriage is like a ten-level pain, but she had to get through it!
As for what Henry said about starting over, she had no interest at all!
Maybe being with him, she could get his love and many benefits, and maybe she would be one of the happiest women in the world, as long as she turned a blind eye.
But if she did that, what about the pain she had endured and the dreams she had lost? What would they mean?
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