Chapter 185 Three Years of Suppression Was All Released in That Moment 2
Henry and Grace were feeling all kinds of messed up. Even their hottest moments didn't hit like this.
Grace's tears were streaming down, full of all the love and hate she had for him. Henry kissed them away, one by one.
Henry's voice was all rough. "Do you still hate me? Do you still love me?"
Grace averted her gaze, avoiding the question.
Since she wasn't talking, Henry pushed her, his blue eyes locked on her, searching for any sign she still cared.
But Grace stayed silent.
Henry rolled over, lying next to her, but kept one hand on her, his face buried in her neck, feeling low. "I haven't been with anyone else these years. It's not like I didn't have needs, but I never thought about finding another woman. Grace, I was scared you wouldn't be happy if you came back."
Henry had thought Grace might be with someone else, but seeing it for real was a whole different kind of pain.
He couldn't stop wondering, between him and Brent, who did she like more? Who did Grace think was better?
This realization was pure torture for Henry.
In the past, Henry would never have allowed another person to hold a place in her heart or stand by her side. His pride wouldn't allow him to share her, but now he had relented.
Not only had he relented, but he had also made love to her fervently.
Thinking about it made his eyes sting, and he covered them with the back of his hand. He didn't want Grace to see him like this.
Grace lay there quietly, staring at the crystal chandelier above. For the first time, she talked about the past few years. "Henry, my life has been way harder than you can imagine! It took me a year to get over postpartum depression, another year to get my career on track, and then Taylor got sick."
She went on, "You know how important she is to me! Otherwise, given our messed-up marriage, how could I still make love to you? The truth is hard to swallow, but some things are better said upfront."
Grace turned her head and said softly, "We won't start over, and we won't get back together. We're just having a child!"
She even told him in a shaky voice that the child she had with Lucas also had a fifty percent chance to cure Taylor.
Henry slowly removed his hand and turned his head, his blue eyes full of concern.
Grace's voice trembled. "For Taylor, I'm willing to do anything."
Henry didn't say anything. He suddenly turned over and kissed her lips again.
He kissed her deeply, almost madly, and Grace couldn't breathe. Her slender waist pressed tightly against his lean waist, swaying gently, trying to break free from his grip.
Henry found her waist and pressed down hard, pinning her firmly beneath him.
His gaze was fierce, and his breath was hot, like he was about to tear her apart.
Grace panted heavily.
Henry didn't continue; he remembered she was hurt and couldn't handle a man's weight. His deep blue eyes bore into hers. "Don't say it again!"
Grace turned her face away and murmured, "Why did you do it in the first place back then? I need to go back! Taylor needs someone with her at night."
After a while, Henry finally pulled back, and their expressions were pretty complicated.
Even though it was all for Taylor, they had been hitched for years, and all their couple moments were with each other. Those secret, steamy nights were hard to shake, even when the hate ran deep.
Especially today, they had stirred up old memories.
Henry stood by the bed, silently watching Grace get dressed. She didn't shy away; he had seen it all before, so no point in playing coy.
As she was about to leave, she noticed his collar was a bit off and instinctively straightened it.
Before her hand could drop, Henry grabbed it.
His blue eyes were intense as he stared at her and asked out of nowhere, "Do you fix his shirt like this too?"
'Which "him"?' Grace pondered, but before she could respond, Henry had released her hand and stepped into the elevator ahead of her.
Grace figured he had the wrong idea. Thinking it over, she guessed he was mixed up about Brent. Lately, she had gone to a party with Brent, and he had dropped by her place late at night for Juniper.
In the elevator, Grace didn't bother to explain.
And Henry, clearly, didn't want to dig into the details between her and Brent either. They both stayed quiet.
When they were checking out, Grace's phone rang. It was the nanny at home, sounding frantic. "Taylor's got a fever, Ms. Windsor, please come back quick!"
Grace's heart sank. "I'm on my way!"
Hanging up, she looked at Henry, who said in a low voice, "I'll go back with you."
The black Bentley sped off.
Grace sat next to Henry, silent, her eyes wet as she stared out the window, worried sick about Taylor.
At the red light ahead, Henry stopped the car and asked softly, "Does she get fevers often?"
Grace replied quietly, "Not lately, but she's been having nosebleeds a lot. The doc said if it keeps up, it could lead to anemia."
Henry didn't ask any more questions. When the light turned green, he hit the gas immediately.
In less than fifteen minutes, they pulled up to Grace's building, and Henry went upstairs with her.
Clara had gone back to her hometown for a few days, and only two nannies were looking after Taylor. Taylor had a high fever of 103.1°F, and the fever meds weren't cutting it. The nannies were on the verge of tears when Grace and Henry walked in.
The nannies cried with relief. "Mr. Montague, Mrs. Montague, thank goodness you're back!"
Grace didn't care about the titles. She picked up Taylor and felt her burning forehead.
Taylor, dazed with fever, leaned against Grace's shoulder, her voice weak like a kitten's. "Mommy, my head feels so dizzy!"
Grace's heart broke. She pressed her cheek against Taylor's and gently soothed her. "I'll take you to the hospital."
Taylor sniffled. "I'll feel better after the shot, right?"
"Yes!" Grace held back her tears, put a coat on Taylor, and was about to pick her up when Henry's deep voice cut in. "I'll carry her!"
Grace looked up. "Henry."
Henry had already scooped up Taylor with one arm, letting her lean on his shoulder, and then gently held Grace. "We'll go to the Montague Group Hospital. The experts there will re-evaluate Taylor. Don't worry, I'll arrange for Brenda to see her too."
Grace had no doubt about Henry's pull.
She followed Henry, and although the nannies wanted to tag along, Henry waved them off.
Henry said, "Grace and I will handle it."
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