Chapter 21 Falling in Love with a Friend's Wife?
Grace was stunned. Felix had been a jerk to her because of Esme. Just last night, he made her life miserable. Now, he was offering her a ride. Her gut told her he had some hidden agenda.
She took a step back, her tone icy. "Felix, you said you'd leave me alone."
He stared at her for a moment, then softly said, "I did say that." Then he drove off, leaving two trails of black smoke from his black Range Rover.
Grace thought the whole Felix thing was done. But that evening, she saw him again on the 56th floor of the Azure Palace Hotel. He was playing cards with Frank and a few others, but no young celebs or models were around.
As Grace stepped onto the stage, Felix glanced up. Frank noticed. Frank looked at Grace on stage and kept playing cards. "Felix, you don't usually come here! What's up?"
Felix's tone was cool. "Not welcome?"
Frank chuckled, "Of course not! I'd love for Mr. Rodriguez to spend money here every day."
Felix just smirked. As they talked, Henry showed up. Henry must've come from home, wearing a black shirt and pants, with a navy blue coat. His tall, lean frame caught everyone's eye.
Frank looked at Felix. Felix shifted, looking even more indifferent.
Frank smiled. "Henry's here too! Picking up Grace from work?"
Henry ignored Frank's teasing. He sat opposite Frank, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and placed it on the table. "I'm taking Grace home. Seraphina misses her."
Frank chuckled again, "Interesting." He lowered his voice. "But can you still get Grace to come with you? I heard from Juniper you two are getting divorced, and Grace's papers are already at your office!"
Henry didn't care to share their private matters. He lit a cigarette, took a puff, and exhaled smoke. Then he noticed Felix. Felix looked indifferent, but sometimes a man's intuition is spot on, especially when it involves his wife. Felix was here because of Grace.
Through the smoke, Henry's blue eyes deepened as he looked at Grace on stage. She wore a black cocktail dress, showing a bit of shoulder. Her legs, long and smooth, were stunning. Henry watched for a while, then looked away. "Let's play cards! Same as usual, a hundred grand per game?"
Frank agreed, "Sure, a hundred grand per game."
Felix said nothing, just put out his cigarette and started shuffling the cards.
At ten, Grace got off work early. As soon as she stepped off the stage, Henry put down his cards and stood up. "I'm leaving!"
Frank watched Henry leave, smiling playfully. Turning around, he shuffled the cards with a cigarette in his mouth, casually saying, "Felix, stop staring. They've been married for three years! You were giving her a hard time just the other day, and now you're interested? Have you lost it or something?"
Felix, holding his cigarette, slowly exhaled a smoke ring. He glared at Frank and snapped, "You're nuts! I don't know what you're talking about."
Frank jabbed a finger at Felix's chest. "You're out of your mind! Remember whose wife she is!"
In the women's dressing room, Grace was alone. She slipped out of the black cocktail dress, standing there in just her black underwear, her body glowing under the soft, yellow lights.
The door creaked open. Grace jumped, quickly covering herself with a shirt, and turned to look. It was Henry. He stared at her, then slowly closed the door behind him.
Grace bit her lip. "Henry, this is the women's dressing room!"
Henry ignored her, walking closer. Before she could react, he took the shirt from her hand and pinned her against the locker, examining her under the light. Grace felt uneasy, her skin prickling with goosebumps. Trembling slightly, she didn't dare call out, afraid of attracting attention.
But Henry did nothing, just quietly looked at her, as if they had never been married, as if he was seeing her body for the first time. There was no desire in his eyes. After a long moment, his grip loosened.
Grace turned her back, her fingers trembling as she changed. She tried to sound casual, "Henry, what are you doing?"
Henry's feelings were a mess. In three years of marriage, he hadn't cared about Grace. When she filed for divorce, he didn't take it seriously. He thought she belonged to him. But now, he realized other men were eyeing his wife, and he hadn't noticed.
He moved closer from behind. The faint scent of tobacco in his breath warmed her earlobe, turning her skin a delicate pink. Henry's blue eyes darkened, his voice hoarse. "What can I say, Mrs. Montague, being beautiful is a curse, isn't it?"
Grace didn't get his meaning. Henry didn't want her to.
During the car ride back to the Montague Manor, he stayed quiet, stealing glances at her at red lights, which made Grace uneasy. She didn't think Henry had suddenly developed feelings for her. She wasn't that naive.
Late at night, the black Bentley pulled into the Montague Manor. When the car stopped, Henry said indifferently, "Consider a different job. I'll set it up for you." His tone was ambiguous, but Grace was too tired to guess.
She gripped the car door handle and replied softly, "Henry, I don't know what you're thinking, but I think this job is fine! I don't need you to arrange anything!" She used her work to distance herself from him. If she agreed to his proposal, what would be the point of all her efforts?
Grace tried to get out of the car, but Henry grabbed her wrist. His blue eyes were deeper than she'd ever seen, especially striking when he was angry. They stayed like that for about half a minute before Henry asked in a low voice, "Grace, do you not want anything I give you anymore? Do you really hate me that much?"
Grace couldn't break free from his grip. She blinked, her voice tinged with confusion. "It's not hate!"
"Then what is it?" Henry pressed, but the conversation was cut short. The car door suddenly opened. A servant outside, seeing their hands together, smiled warmly. "Mrs. Seraphina Jones heard the noise and knew Mr. Montague had brought Mrs. Montague back, so she sent me to welcome you!"
Grace knew the servant had misunderstood and wanted to pull away. But Henry didn't let go. Instead, he held her hand, his thumb gently brushing her skin, acting like a loving husband.
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