Chapter 129 She Was Just Playing the Role of a Loving Wife With Him
Even with tons of work, Henry still took Grace out for a week, basically their honeymoon!
Back in Evergreen City, Henry was swamped with the project, working overtime all the time, sometimes even pulling all-nighters.
On the weekend, Henry rarely made it home on time.
The black Rolls-Royce Phantom rolled into the villa, gleaming under the sunset.
A servant opened the door, telling him about the evening's menu.
Henry stepped out, looking tired, and lazily asked, "Is Mrs. Montague back?"
The servant smiled. "She hasn't gone out! She's been upstairs all afternoon!"
Henry chuckled. When he relaxed and smiled, he was really handsome, and even the older servants couldn't help but notice. Despite being busy, he seemed in a good mood, probably because Grace was back!
Henry went upstairs, taking off his coat to reveal a white shirt and black trousers.
He opened the bedroom door and saw Grace kneeling on the carpet, surrounded by gift boxes and souvenirs.
He tossed his coat on the sofa, sat behind her, hugged her waist, and rested his face on her shoulder, asking softly, "Are these for Amara and the others for the opening the day after tomorrow?"
He fiddled with the items.
Grace had good taste; everything was exquisite and practical. Scarves, luxury coffee cups, all very nice!
Henry couldn't help but ask, "Could you please pick up a few shirts for me next time you go shopping?"
Grace softly replied, "Mm-hmm."
Their remarriage didn't make a big splash, and she didn't give him the cold shoulder. She complied with most of Henry's requests. They had to live together, and she didn't want to make things difficult.
Under the chandelier, her gentle expression was just what Henry liked.
He couldn't help but nuzzle her, his voice warm, "Did you miss me while I was gone?"
Grace murmured a vague "Mm-hmm."
The next second, Henry picked her up. He kissed her, took off her robe, and laid her on the bed in just a silk nightgown.
The soft fabric rolled up, her slender legs resting on the floor, making Henry impulsive.
Henry kissed her through the fabric. His way of loving her was passionate yet gentle. In the heat of the moment, he clasped her delicate arms, his blue eyes focused on her!
Grace had a moment of distraction.
She stared at Henry, dazed, her red lips slightly parted, her voice husky and sexy. "Henry, I still have a lot to do!"
"Do them after dinner! First, make love to me," he requested. "We haven't seen each other for days."
Henry gently kissed her. He was so gentle it could break any woman's heart. While enjoying it, Grace even felt a bit guilty.
Afterwards, they lay in each other's arms, sweaty.
After a moment, he whispered in her ear, "Want me to carry you to the shower?"
Grace gently shook her head, her voice soft and hoarse. "A little tired, I want to lie down for a while."
Henry liked her soft demeanor.
He kissed her while holding her, his voice even lower and huskier, "This is a man's job, why are you tired, hmm?"
Grace turned her face slightly. "Didn't you say shower?"
Henry kissed her for a long time before getting out of bed to shower. When he opened the bathroom door, his smile faded. In marriage, a woman's body is the most honest about whether she loves or not.
Grace was comfortable, but she didn't dare to enjoy it. She suppressed her needs as a woman.
Even at the most unbearable times, she would clutch the bed sheets, refusing to cry out. She no longer clung to his neck, softly calling his name, Henry, like she used to.
A few minutes later, Henry finished his shower and walked out of the bathroom.
Grace was already up.
She was wearing a silk nightgown, her golden hair cascading down her back, looking both pure and sexy. She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, quietly lost in thought. The window glass was fogged up due to the temperature difference, and Grace's slender fingers were unconsciously drawing on it.
Though not clear, it vaguely seemed like the name Lucas.
Henry stood quietly at the bathroom door, his emotions extremely complex at that moment.
Grace had someone else in her heart!
They had just made love, and now she was standing here, reminiscing about Lucas.
In the past, Henry wouldn't have let her off. He would have thrown her onto the bed, used his body to conquer her, forced her to say she didn't want Lucas anymore, forced her to say she loved him.
He might even have forced her to have marital relations!
But last time he said he wouldn't force her anymore.
Grace heard the noise, turned around, and when she saw Henry, she gently wiped away the writing.
The atmosphere was subtle.
Henry said in a calm voice, "Change your clothes and come downstairs for dinner."
After he left, Grace continued to write, but it wasn't actually Lucas's name.
With this incident as an interlude, the dining atmosphere wasn't lively, but it wasn't bad either. Henry still served her food. He even opened a bottle of champagne, telling her that the project had started to make a profit and the prospects looked very good.
Henry's gaze was deep. "The project is making money, what do you want?"
Grace didn't want to dampen his spirits.
She gauged his mood, smiled lightly, and coquettishly said, "Last time I saw Mrs. Davis wearing a string of white pearls, it was very nice! I was just thinking of buying a set, Henry, will you buy it for me?"
Henry raised his hand, gently caressing her face, "Is that all you aspire to?"
Grace's face leaned into his palm, like a soft cat, somewhat trying to please Henry, "A set of top-quality white pearls isn't cheap!"
Henry seemed pleased, "Then I'll have someone look into it!"
After dinner, he went to the study to work but couldn't focus on the documents.
He kept thinking about the conversation with Grace at dinner. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't good either. He ended up smoking absentmindedly, and after about two cigarettes, he finally figured it out.
Grace had locked herself away.
She wore a mask to live with him, so she was gentle and compliant enough.
She accepted everything he gave her, she didn't even refuse his advances, and she took care of his daily needs. She seemed like a perfect wife, but there was no love.
She was just playing the role of a loving wife with him.
She just didn't want to argue with him, didn't want to be troubled by his matters anymore.
She was just coping with him!
She slept next to him every night, but was her heart with Lucas?
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