Chapter 188 He Doesn't Want to Miss Her Ovulation Days
The vibe in the room got real weird, real quick.
Grace glanced down at Henry. His eyes had zero spark; he looked dead serious.
After a beat, Grace whispered, "Just two more days!"
They needed a kid, and Grace wasn't playing hard to get. She thought for a sec and then said softly, "You go take a shower first, then..."
Before she could finish, Henry scooped her up and carried her to the living room.
Worried she'd fall, Grace gently wrapped her arms around Henry's neck.
Though her face remained calm, Henry was reminded of their wedding night when he had carried her to the bedroom in the same manner. At that time, Grace had been shy and blushing, but he hadn't treated her kindly that night.
In just a few steps, a whirlwind of emotions hit him.
Maybe it was because they had too much on their minds, or maybe because they were doing it just for Taylor's illness, but neither of them could get into it. Their lovemaking was silent.
Henry even kept his shirt on.
Grace turned her face to the side, sinking deep into the brocade pillow. Her whole body resisted the pleasure Henry was giving her. She looked just like she did the day the Windsor family went bankrupt.
That day, she also buried her face in the pillow, not making a sound. She felt that physical pleasure was sinful.
Henry felt a pang in his heart. He held her body, and when he reached the end, he suddenly whispered in her ear, "Stay, please?"
Grace opened her eyes, which were moist, and her body involuntarily trembled slightly.
Her red lips parted slightly, her voice raspy. "Henry."
Henry's eyes darkened a bit. He knew she was unwilling. He didn't force her but just held her tightly, his face rubbing against hers, his voice low and hoarse. "If you don't want to, a year from now, I'll fly to Vesper City every week to see you."
He didn't say anything disappointing, didn't mention Brent.
Henry didn't even mentioned that if Taylor couldn't find a match, he was willing to give up everything. He believed that heaven would show him mercy once, and his Taylor would be safe.
At the end of their strength, he suddenly held her tightly, their breaths quickening.
Neither spoke, neither discussed the affair, but the secretive feeling made it even more poignant. Unspoken words lingered in their hearts.
Later, they did it again in the bathroom.
Afterward, Grace was exhausted and fell asleep as soon as she got to bed.
Henry couldn't sleep.
He lay on his side next to Taylor; the small, warm little child was in his arms, and Sherry, who had also woken up, looked at him with her big, dark eyes before obediently closing them again.
Grace, Taylor, and Sherry.
Henry's eyes were moist. To him, it felt like regaining something lost.
Henry didn't sleep for a long time. Eventually, he got up, checked the living room curtains, went downstairs to look at the newly placed vase by the servants, and even went to the yard to see the roses that hadn't bloomed in late autumn.
He almost looked at every corner of Tranquil Heights.
He felt that Tranquil Heights seemed different from usual because Grace had returned!
Back in bed, he gently held Grace's hand over Taylor.
In the morning, Henry woke up to a warm little thing in his arms—Taylor.
Taylor was wearing a little cow-print onesie, lying in Henry's arms, her porcelain-white face sleeping peacefully, a bit of drool at the corner of her rosy mouth, but as a father, he didn't mind at all.
Henry watched intently, his hand gently stroking Taylor. The little one was so endearing!
He watched for a long time until he heard a slight noise from the walk-in closet. He carefully let go of Taylor, gently got out of bed, and walked to the closet door.
Grace was tidying up, still in her tie-front nightgown from the night before, her long hair cascading down her waist, making her waist look slender and her whole person soft and relaxed.
Henry was captivated. He walked over and, unable to help himself, hugged her from behind, lowering his head to take in her scent.
Grace's body tensed up a bit. But she didn't push him away, just softly reminded him, "Henry, I'm busy."
Henry didn't say anything. He just held her tighter, pulling her soft body close, even kissing that sweet spot behind her ear, murmuring, "I know, I just wanna hold you."
Grace gave a faint smile.
He knew her coldness all too well. Pressing close to her warm body, he whispered, "Grace, at least for this year, let's be a real couple!"
Henry never thought he'd be this vulnerable. His eyes burned as he looked at her.
Grace still smiled faintly and agreed.
Her body was pressed against Henry's, followed by his wild kisses. He gently pulled down her nightgown, wanting to please her, to make her happy.
In the bedroom, Taylor woke up.
She rubbed her eyes and sat up, still in her onesie. She made a kitten-like sound. "Mommy, I wanna pee pee!"
Henry's body tensed up a bit, still pressing against Grace. His blue eyes locked on her, filled with an unusual intensity and a man's desire.
Grace pushed his shoulder. "Taylor is awake."
Henry let her go silently, but his gaze followed her closely. He watched her hurriedly pull up her nightgown, watched her respond to Taylor, her voice carrying a hint of unusual hoarseness, the atmosphere slightly ambiguous.
Henry suddenly grabbed Grace's wrist, not letting her go. He pressed her against the door, using his body to pin her, even rubbing against her a few times.
Grace closed her eyes lightly. "Taylor is calling me!"
Henry leaned in, whispering in her ear, "Your body feels more sensitive than last night."
Grace's face heated up, and she pushed him away and left. Henry calmed himself down a bit, changed his clothes, and followed her out.
Because of this, breakfast was a bit awkward.
Even Clara noticed.
Originally, she hadn't planned to move in with them, but she couldn't let go of Taylor. In case Grace needed help, she could be there.
Clara remained silent. Grace, worried that Clara had something on her mind, went to the kitchen to make breakfast for Taylor and spoke to her alone.
For a long time, Grace couldn't find the words.
Clara understood her difficulty and took the initiative to start the conversation. She asked Grace, "What are you thinking now?"
Before Grace could answer, Clara, skillfully making breakfast, said softly, "If you really have feelings for Henry, I won't blame you, and your father wouldn't either! You've had a tough few years, and I can see that Henry is different now. He genuinely wants to be with you, to settle down! Taylor also likes him a lot."
Clara had thought about these words all night. She did hate Henry, but she felt more for Grace and Taylor.
Grace understood her intentions. She helped Clara with the breakfast and said softly, "Clara, let's talk about it later! I think I will go back to Vesper City then."
Clara's expression was complicated.
Outside the door, Henry had been standing for a long time.
He heard Clara's words and Grace's response. She said she would go back to Vesper City.
Henry was dazed for a long time. When he wasn't paying attention, Grace came out and bumped into Henry.
Their eyes met, full of meaning.
Grace didn't know how long Henry had been standing there, nor how much he had heard.
Henry composed himself and said casually, "I have to go to the office later! At four in the afternoon, I need to take Taylor to the hospital. You bring her to the office, and we'll go together."
His face showed no sign of anything unusual, as if it was just a normal conversation.
Grace nodded. "Okay! I'll bring Taylor over in the afternoon."
Henry took a step back, habitually reaching into his pocket for a cigarette, but finding it empty, he remembered he had quit smoking and smiled faintly.
Behind him, the sound of a car came; the driver had arrived to take him to work.
Henry looked inside. "Clara, I'm off to work!"
Clara, though indifferent, still responded.
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