Chapter 26 Henry, I don't love you anymore. Please let me go
Seeing Grace, Felix didn't bat an eye.
He glanced at her, taking in her fancy outfit.
A few seconds later, he strolled down the stairs, approached her, and said, with a hint of sarcasm, "Nice dress, but it looked better on you at the hospital."
Grace, being sharp and experienced, caught the undertone in Felix's words and knew about his frequent visits to the Azure Palace Hotel. Despite her awareness, she chose to play dumb, knowing Felix wasn't someone to mess with.
Amara, oblivious to the tension, smiled and introduced, "Grace, this is Caleb's cousin, Felix. He's always been a chill guy and drops by often."
Grace gave a slight smile. "We know each other."
Amara patted her shoulder. "Oh right, Felix and Henry go way back! You two catch up; I'll grab the fancy glasses. Those servants are always so clumsy."
With that, Amara left.
Once she was gone, Felix shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at Grace.
He lit a cigarette and asked, "So, planning to go back to Henry and keep playing Mrs. Montague?"
Grace lowered her gaze. "I don't owe you an explanation."
Felix stared at her delicate face, her long lashes casting shadows on her skin, beautiful and innocent.
He took a deep drag of his cigarette, said nothing more, and walked away.
Grace let out a sigh of relief. Dealing with Felix was always tricky because of his unpredictable moods.
Just then, Amara came back downstairs, none the wiser.
Grace helped Amara with the arrangements, and they didn't finish until four in the afternoon. As soon as they were done, she got a call from Henry.
"I'm waiting in the parking lot. Go change into your dress," Henry said.
Grace hesitated, but Amara overheard and smiled, "Henry's here to pick you up. Go on, dress up nicely, and be the star tonight."
Grace couldn't argue. She walked to the parking lot with Amara and immediately spotted Henry's black Bentley.
The window was half down.
Henry looked sharp in a black and white tuxedo, a crisp white shirt, and a sleek black velvet jacket. Handsome and distinguished.
When Grace walked over, he didn't get out but leaned over to open the passenger door for her.
Amara couldn't help but tease a bit.
Henry nodded slightly and drove Grace away.
Grace leaned quietly against the seat.
She looked relaxed and gentle, and Henry couldn't resist holding her delicate hand, playing with it in his palm.
Grace quietly pulled her hand away, saying coldly, "Henry, there's no need for this between us."
Henry, feeling a bit awkward, focused on driving.
At the red light, he turned to look at Grace and asked softly, "How's Amara doing? How did Celeste offend her?"
Grace looked at the red clouds in the sky, her face calm. "Celeste hung a painting in the main hall without knowing Caleb's mistress loved it. She crossed Amara's line."
"Also, Caleb's kid is allergic to red beans, but she had the Hong Kong chef Amara hired put red beans in all the pastries because you love them, Henry."
"She tried too hard to impress and ended up offending Amara," Grace spoke calmly. Her skin was radiant, and her profile was delicate and exquisite.
Henry stared at her.
After a moment, he chuckled lightly, "Do women really care about these things?"
Then, his voice softened, even carrying a hint of tenderness. "Grace, when did you learn these skills? Was it when you were Mrs. Montague?"
His words had a flirtatious edge, the kind of teasing that happens between couples.
Grace wasn't in the mood. She turned to the window and said indifferently, "You learn as you go."
Henry wanted to say more, but the light turned green, and the cars behind them started honking. He had to press on the gas and drive away.
They arrived at Evergreen City's most upscale styling venue.
Henry brought Grace here, and given his special status; the manager personally attended to them.
The manager was all smiles. "Mrs. Montague, with your delicate skin and slender figure, we just got a new haute couture piece from Marchesa. You'd be the perfect fit for it all in Evergreen City."
With that, he had someone bring it out.
It was indeed beautiful.
Henry turned to Grace and said gently, "Go try it on."
A moment later, in the fitting room.
Grace had changed into the dress but couldn't reach the zipper at the back. After several attempts, she softly called for help. After a while, she heard footsteps outside.
The door opened, and it was Henry who came in.
Their eyes met, and for a moment, both were a bit stunned.
The fitting room was bright, with mirrors all around reflecting Grace's vulnerability. The dress clung softly to her body, and the skirt's layers were light and airy.
The zipper at the back was undone, revealing a large, tempting expanse of skin.
She wasn't wearing a bra, opting for nude-colored pasties instead.
Grace stood there, soft and tender.
Henry locked the door behind him and walked over to her, asking softly, "Can't reach the back?"
As he spoke, he reached out.
Grace was held from behind, leaning messily against his chest.
Henry was tall, about 6'2".
Even with high heels, Grace only reached just above his shoulder. He easily held her. Instead of immediately zipping up her dress, he leaned in to nibble at her neck.
Grace's body trembled slightly as she spoke, "Henry, I swear I'll scream."
Henry deliberately misunderstood her. "Then scream, Grace, I like hearing you..."
Grace was both embarrassed and angry. "Henry, let go of me! Anyone could come in at any moment."
Henry knew that. He was attracted to her teasing appearance but hadn't lost his mind. He traced her waistline upwards, found the zipper, and gently pulled it up.
Once finished, Grace attempted to push him away, but Henry held her tightly, compelling her to gaze at their reflection in the mirror.
A handsome man and a beautiful woman, truly a perfect match.
He gazed into her eyes and whispered like a lover, "Mrs. Montague, I really want to have you right here."
His words were coarse, prompting Grace to retort, "What? Elodie didn't meet your needs? Sorry to hear Mr. Montague is so frustrated!"
Henry didn't explain. He actually liked it when Grace got jealous but wouldn't admit it.
He held her waist and turned her around, pressing her against him. Grace could feel his excitement through the thin layers of fabric.
They had been married for a few years, and although she had no comparisons, she could tell that Henry's needs in that area far exceeded those of the average man.
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