Chapter 233 Such a Strong Desire? Can't I Satisfy You?
Grace rocked a smoky purple dress that made her skin look even more flawless. Her waist was snatched, and under the long hem, you could see her slender calf.
That night, Henry couldn't keep his hands off her leg, his touch lingering. Later, she rested against his neck, her toes pointed, and he held her close, silently comforting her.
Even though the night ended on a bit of a sour note, they both gave it their all. Just thinking about it made Henry's eyes get all dreamy, and the vibe got kinda steamy.
After a bit, Henry's voice came out all raspy, "It's hot outside, let's head in."
When Grace got up to push his wheelchair, he looked like he wanted to say something but didn't. Instead, he just quietly held her hand when the kids weren't looking.
Grace's hand shook a little, but she didn't pull away.
The kids were over the moon, clinging to Henry and begging for a story. Henry grabbed a fairy tale book from the table, one kid on his lap and the other snuggled up beside him.
When he read, he looked so serious and handsome.
Grace noticed he was all dressed up in a new shirt and dress pants, even though he wasn't going anywhere. He'd even fastened his cufflinks.
Grace felt a pang of sadness. 'It's not even a date! Why go through all that trouble?' she thought.
She knew how tough and exhausting it was for him to do all that with just one good hand.
Trying to keep it together, Grace made an excuse. "I'll whip up some pizzas for the fridge. Taylor's been craving beef pizza, and Avery loves it too."
Henry looked up at her, his gaze deep, like he could see right through her little act.
Grace hurried out, her heart pounding.
In the kitchen, the maids were prepping lunch. When they saw Grace, they greeted her warmly, "Mrs. Montague, why are you here? Just relax and wait for lunch."
Grace didn't correct their way of addressing her. She softly said, "I want to make some pizzas for the kids."
One of the maids quickly chimed in, "Mrs. Montague makes the best pizzas."
Grace walked into the small kitchen, about 600 square feet. The maids helped her gather the ingredients and then left.
She focused on making the pizzas, not just for Taylor and Avery, but for Henry too.
From there, she could hear the sounds from the living room.
Taylor's happy laughter, and occasionally, Henry's deep chuckle, showing he was in a good mood.
As Grace listened, she couldn't help but think how amazing it would be if things could always be like this. She could stay here, take care of Henry, watch their kids grow up together, leaning on each other. No need to rush; she could wait for him to get better, to stand up again. Even if he never did, it wouldn't matter.
Thinking of this, her eyes got all misty.
At the door, she heard the sound of a wheelchair. Henry appeared at the entrance.
She looked up and met his gaze. After a moment, he wheeled himself in, opened the fridge like he was getting a bottle of water, but he couldn't reach it.
Grace got up to help him, but as soon as her fingers touched the fridge, Henry grabbed her hand. It was like he did it on purpose, just to hold her hand.
His grip was still strong, all manly and stuff.
He gently backed up, using the wheelchair to close the door, blocking the maids' view from outside. He slowly pulled Grace closer, like he wanted her to sit on his lap.
Grace thought of the maids outside and tried to resist.
But Henry used a bit of force, pulling her onto his lap. As she blushed and tried to struggle, he said in a very gentle voice, "It's easier to talk this way."
Grace wanted to speak, but he had already kissed her lips.
He kissed her hard, not closing his eyes, his gaze full of intensity. If this weren't the kitchen, if there weren't four or five maids outside and if this were a private space, he thought he wouldn't miss such an opportunity.
He pressed her slender waist against him, forcing her to lean into him, pressing her against him, making her feel his erection. Through a thin layer of fabric, her full breast pressed against his chest, teasingly.
Henry kissed her passionately. After about ten minutes, his hot lips moved to her ear, asking warmly, "Does this feel good? Isn't it said that women become frigid after having children? Why has your need increased? I can feel it."
As he spoke, he glanced down at her. Her silk dress was slightly tight, her chest full and womanly, tightly pressed against him.
They both felt it, but it was clearly not the right time or place.
Grace leaned on his shoulder to calm down.
Henry turned his head to look at her, his voice hoarse. "What's going on with you and Dylan?"
Grace turned her face away.
She softly said, "Aren't we just messing around? Why all the questions? Are you jealous?"
Henry responded with a hum.
Grace was quite surprised that he admitted it. He used to be such a proud person. She didn't act coy, resting her face on his shoulder, her voice even softer. "There's nothing between me and him! He asked me to help him find Sarah, so I went to Vesper City. Sarah is pregnant."
Henry had heard bits and pieces about Oliver and Sarah.
Without pressing further, he simply held Grace's slender wrist gently, lightly rubbing it. "That's all?"
"What else could there be?" Grace retorted, deliberately provoking him. She raised her hand to wrap around his neck, gently stroking his handsome face, speaking in a soft, ambiguous voice, "Just dealing with you and Owen is already exhausting. I don't want to get involved with another."
Sure enough, Henry was angered by her. He was a man; he couldn't not care. He stared at her for a long time before asking, "You and him..."
Grace gently caressed his face, speaking softly, "I was with him! When a man and a woman are together, how could they not make love? Henry, when Owen comes back from his business trip, I might not be able to spend time with you like this."
Henry's Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably. He really had a impulse to strangle her.
Grace was still sitting on his lap, pressing against him. Her body was reacting to him, but her mind and words were all about Owen!
Be in urgent, Henry blurted out, "Such a strong desire? Can't I satisfy you?"
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