Chapter 279 Actually, These Things Should Be Done By Her Mother
"I can't remember my past. I don't even know why I'm still here, but I'm trying my best to keep going. Please, stop messing with me. Sure, being with you might make me happy for a bit, but what if I really love my husband? What if we have a beautiful kid? Maybe they're waiting for me to come home. I can't just lie in your arms. I'm sorry, I just can't do it!" Grace said.
Henry stopped, gently touching her cold face, his voice soft. "Maybe your husband isn't even real. Maybe I'm serious about you. And what about you? Do you feel nothing for me except fear? If that's true, then what is this?"
He showed her the evidence of her arousal.
Grace's face went pale. She wrapped her fingers around his and softly begged him to stop talking. She said that without her husband, her life would be meaningless.
Henry looked down at her, asking, "Then what am I?"
Grace was speechless. She didn't want to admit that she could fall for Henry, who seemed so cold and skilled at playing with women. She refused to acknowledge her feelings for him. Turning her face away, she softly said, "Mr. Montague, you should leave."
The coffee on the side had long gone cold.
Henry didn't push it. He slowly withdrew and left.
Before leaving, he still gave her a choice. "I'm sorry about what just happened. If you feel offended, you can leave the company, and I can compensate you."
He took out a checkbook from his pocket, wrote a check for $300,000, and handed it to her.
Grace didn't take the money. She just took his coat and handed it to him gently. Henry didn't force her. He took the coat, didn't drink the coffee, and left.
He didn't look at her again. He just held the doorknob and said, "Don't forget to teach Taylor French tomorrow."
Grace's body trembled. She said okay, and the door closed softly.
The rain kept falling.
The house was eerily quiet, and Grace's heart felt even emptier. She didn't understand why she had fallen for Henry so easily.
She liked him. She knew he was just messing around, just finding her new and interesting, but she couldn't help it.
Maybe her affection was shallow because Henry was rich, handsome, or just really good at seducing women. Everything about him drew her like a powerful poison, pulling her down. But she didn't want to fall.
Grace dashed into the small bedroom, grabbed a stack of missing person flyers, and hurried downstairs without even putting on a coat.
She rushed to the street and began posting the flyers on shop walls.
In the rainy night, she frantically posted those flyers, as if posting one more could drive Henry out of her mind.
But no matter how many she posted, it was useless.
She stood in the rainy night, her expression confused. She couldn't remember the past.
In the distance, a black Rolls-Royce was parked by the roadside. The windshield wipers moved back and forth, blurring the view inside the car.
Henry lit a cigarette, the red tip rising and falling with his fingers. He quietly watched her lost and helpless look.
Finally, their eyes met.
Grace's face was wet, whether from rain or tears, he couldn't tell.
Henry couldn't help but think of the past. Back then, he had treated Grace badly. On a rainy night just like this, she stood in the rain while he sat in the car, quietly watching her. They had just passed each other by.
At that time, he didn't feel reluctant to let her go.
Now he couldn't bear to let her go, but she had forgotten him. In her mind, her husband was not him but an ordinary man.
He desperately wanted to tell her that he was her husband, but he feared it would shock her.
Lucas said she couldn't handle the shock and that it was best not to make her think about past events, as it could disrupt her mental state. He mentioned that Grace being like this was already a rare occurrence.
Henry's gaze deepened as he watched Grace. He knew she was in pain, but he was also suffering. She was right in front of him, yet he couldn't take her home.
He was lonely too. He wanted someone to whisper sweet nothings beside him every night. He wanted to see her lying in his arms in the morning. He wanted her to be with the children.
They stared at each other for a long time. Grace ran past his car, just like years ago, passing by him.
The next day, Grace arrived at the villa.
The lesson was scheduled in the study on the second floor.
The servant led Grace to the door, knocked carefully, and said, "Mr. Montague, Ms. Windsor is here."
Henry's voice came from inside, "Come in."
Grace pushed the door open and entered. She was actually quite uneasy. After what happened last night, she was afraid Henry would make things difficult for her.
The door swung open, and there was Taylor, sitting all prim and proper on the sofa, looking like the perfect little angel. She always behaved herself around Henry.
Henry was half-leaning on his office chair behind the desk, dressed to the nines as usual, but with a hint of laziness, like a guy who just had a good time.
Grace figured it was normal for him to have a mistress.
Just as she was lost in thought, Henry looked up, his deep eyes locking onto hers with an unreadable expression. His words had a mocking edge. "Ms. Windsor, what's on your mind?"
Grace quickly denied it, "Nothing!"
Henry kept staring at her quietly but didn't push it or make things awkward. Later, while she was teaching Taylor, he didn't leave the room.
Grace felt a bit uneasy at first, but as time went on, that feeling faded, mostly because Taylor kept chatting with her.
About an hour later, a servant came in and said, "Mr. Montague, Ms. Wright is here to see you."
Grace had no idea who that was. Taylor leaned in close and whispered, "She's a pretty lady, and tough too. She's been after my dad for ages."
Grace stubbornly said, "That has nothing to do with me."
Taylor grinned and said, "Really? But I see you always sneaking glances at Dad. I don't like people who say one thing and mean another."
Before Grace could respond, Henry knocked on the table in front of Taylor, saying, "Focus on your lessons with Ms. Windsor." With that, he walked out, gently closing the study door behind him.
But Grace could hear him instructing the servant to take Cynthia Wright to the small parlor, make her favorite coffee, and replace the flowers with roses because Cynthia was allergic to lilies.
Henry's attention to detail made Grace feel very uncomfortable.
She thought he was serious about Cynthia, definitely not as casual as he was with her. Maybe in his mind, a woman like her was only good for a fling.
Grace was feeling embarrassed when Taylor leaned in and whispered, "Feeling jealous, right? You don't want to get into my dad's bed, but lots of women do. But I think Dad likes you more!"
Grace pushed her away and tried to stay calm, saying, "Read this part again."
Taylor pouted.
Grace tried hard not to think about Henry, but from the small parlor, she could occasionally hear a woman's charming laughter and a man's joyful voice.
They talked for a long time, and it was around evening when Cynthia finally left.
Henry personally went downstairs to see her off, but he didn't come back to the study.
Grace finished the lesson and was about to leave. She needed to report Taylor's progress to Henry, as it was his rule.
In the evening, the hallway was dimly lit.
Grace stood in the hallway, hesitating before knocking on the master bedroom door. When the door opened, she saw Henry lounging on the sofa in the living room, reading a book. He had already changed into a white bathrobe, and his hair was slightly damp.
Grace was stunned; he had taken a shower.
Henry probably knew it was her. While flipping through a magazine, he casually asked, "Finished with the lesson?"
Grace walked in and said yes, then reported Taylor's progress. Finally, she said softly, "Mr. Montague, I'm not very good at French. It would be better to hire a professional French teacher for her."
Henry put down the magazine, his blue eyes looking at her. "But Taylor told me she likes you teaching her," he said.
Grace felt a bit uneasy.
Henry, with a businesslike expression, said, "How about an extra $5,000 a month?"
Today, he was surprisingly agreeable. Grace guessed it was because he had a pleasant time with Cynthia.
Grace needed the money, so she thought for a moment and agreed, "I'll set aside one day a week. Also, Taylor's pants are getting short; she needs a new batch of long pants. And although she's only eight, there are some things..."
Henry stared at her intently.
Grace thought she had overstepped and that he would be upset. After all, Henry's temper was unpredictable, and he could get angry at any moment. But to her surprise, he thought for a moment and agreed, "Alright, you handle it."
Finally, he added, "Actually, these things should be done by her mother."
Grace didn't respond. She knew that Henry's wife was a taboo topic in the family, not something you brought up casually.
Sure enough, Henry said no more. He waved his hand dismissively, signaling her to leave.
Just as she was about to open the door, he suddenly spoke in a calm voice, "The day after tomorrow, come with me on a business trip to Harmony City. It will be about a week."
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