Chapter 14 A Friend Slot for Two Hundred Thousand Dollars
Grace's every attempt to resist was crushed by Henry, who only got rougher and more humiliating. He leaned in close, whispering maliciously in her ear, "Do you know who he is?"
"Didn't you notice he looks a bit like me? Trying to find a replacement?" he added.
Henry knew Grace's body well, and his skills were top-notch. Grace couldn't resist his seemingly magical hands, crying softly.
Henry, eyes cold and unfeeling, whispered, "Feeling good?"
Grace leaned against his shoulder, her delicate skin contrasting with his black shirt. Her body was still basking in the afterglow, but her mind was clear. She knew Henry had a grudge against Lucas. But she chose not to dwell on it. Dealing with Henry's anger was exhausting enough.
She stayed silent for a long time. Henry glanced at her and sneered.
Being the heir to a wealthy family, he couldn't stay in a shabby hallway for long. After venting a bit, he carried Grace to the car parked in the alley. A black Bentley, completely out of place in the rundown surroundings.
Henry turned on the car's air conditioning, pulled out a few tissues, and tossed them at Grace, watching her disheveled state as she tidied her clothes. He wasn't much better off himself.
Since Grace had filed for divorce, he hadn't felt relieved in a long while. Despite her current state, he felt a familiar arousal. But Grace hadn't taken any pills, and he didn't have any condoms in the car. So he held back.
After tidying up, Grace finally calmed down, pondering Henry's thoughts. It was clear he was uncomfortable with his still-married wife getting too close to another man. It had nothing to do with love.
As for this inappropriate intimacy, she only felt humiliated. Mocking him, she asked, "Henry, feeling jealous, are we?"
Henry reached out, gently caressing her face, and sneered, "Don't flatter yourself! I'm just reminding you that you're still Mrs. Montague! Don't get involved with other men."
Grace's smile faded. "But you can, right?"
Henry was clearly thinking about something. Regarding Elodie, he wasn't particularly concerned. Celeste mostly took care of matters concerning her. During his business trips to Harmony City, he would occasionally touch base. But he didn't explain any of this to Grace because it wasn't necessary.
The reason he lost control today, he thought, was because of Lucas, not because he cared about Grace. Henry shifted to a more comfortable position.
Grace, however, was determined to leave. Just as she started to move away, Henry grabbed her hand, saying, "Wait!"
Then, he took out a pack of cigarettes, shook one out, and lit it. The car quickly filled with a thin layer of smoke. Henry turned to face Grace, his gaze cold and businesslike, devoid of any emotion.
After finishing his cigarette, Henry pulled out a bank card from his wallet and handed it to Grace. "It's my secondary card, with a monthly limit of $2 million. If that's not enough, I'll have Celeste add more."
Grace looked down at the platinum card, feeling a wave of emotion wash over her. This was the kindness she had longed for. After the Windsor family fell, she needed money badly, so even though it was humiliating, she still accepted the $100,000 Henry gave her every month.
But now, she knew clearly that accepting this card meant something. It meant that she, Grace, had to go back to being Mrs. Montague. It meant she had to serve him meticulously in life, transform herself into his aesthetic ideal, satisfy all his desires in bed, and accompany him to various events. She only needed to be beautiful and obedient, without a soul. Because that's what Henry was offering for!
Grace declined his card, her grip tight on the car door, as she spoke softly, "Henry, your kindness has arrived too late. Even now, you still don't understand why I want a divorce."
The car was dimly lit. Henry reached out and turned on the car light. Grace found it glaring and instinctively closed her eyes.
Henry toyed with the bank card, his voice mocking. "Are you talking about feelings? Grace, do you think there's any room for us to develop feelings? Don't forget how we got married in the first place!"
His expression turned cold, continuing, "So, don't force something that doesn't belong to you!"
Grace didn't want to explain anymore. She looked tired. "Is it Elodie? Henry, if you care about her so much, why don't you marry her? A woman's first time isn't that important. We had sex back then, but if you didn't want to marry me, I wouldn't have minded. And now, isn't divorce better?"
Grace was really tired, and she softly uttered a few words. "Let's free each other!"
After speaking, she opened the car door and got out, leaving without looking back.
Henry made no attempt to stop her. He sat in the car, his expression blank, for a long while before lethargically reaching out to switch off the car light. As the light dimmed, his gaze fell upon the scattered tissues, still marked with traces of Grace's essence.
Reflecting on the recent events, Henry found himself acknowledging the change in Grace. In the past, if they had been intimate in such a setting, she would have cried for an extended period afterward, regardless of how pleasurable the experience had been. But just now, she didn't care at all and left decisively!
Henry leaned back in his seat and rubbed his forehead. Driven by ambition in his career, Henry's personal life lacked the vibrancy of other men. While he didn't harbor deep feelings of love for Grace, he found her physical beauty and compliance satisfactory, making him lack the energy to invest in relationships with other women.
Now, a wife who refused to come home was making him feel restless.
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