Chapter 291 She Became Mrs. Montague Again
When Grace heard that, she froze up.
Henry thought she'd say no, but after a bit, she whispered, "Okay."
Henry was shocked. After a moment, he hugged her tighter. "Not mad anymore?"
Grace paused for a moment and said, "No, I'm still mad. But I don't feel the same—no more despair, no more rage. It's just... gone."
She was blunt, "But Henry, my feelings for you have cooled off too."
She turned around in his arms.
Looking up at him, she said, "Things are gonna change between us. We'll be a couple. Henry, as long as you don't cheat again, I'll be your wife, doing my duty. I'm choosing to forget the past, not just for our kids, but for me too. The doctor said it's best not to force myself to remember."
Her voice was gentle but had a touch of bitterness.
She had no memory; she knew the past pain but still had to live with him.
Henry held her close, his face buried in her neck. He held her like that for a long time before he whispered, "Grace, besides doing your duty, can you love me?"
Grace didn't answer, because feelings were the most unpredictable thing in the world.
The night was quiet, and she leaned on his shoulder.
Grace thought about everything since they met, especially that day in the rundown motel. Henry had a charm that drew women in, and he knew it. That was why he won her over so easily. What was he thinking when he seduced her?
Grace's long eyelashes trembled slightly. On the surface, things seemed the same, but deep down, it was different. The old passion and sweetness were gone.
The next day, Henry got Grace discharged from the hospital. When they left the hospital, everything had changed.
She was Henry's wife again. Her days as his personal secretary felt like a dream.
Later, in the quiet, everyday life of marriage, Grace often wondered if they'd be closer if she hadn't known the truth and had married Henry as his second wife.
As they walked out of the hospital room, Celeste was waiting outside.
She respectfully said to Henry, "Mr. Montague, the car is ready for you and Mrs. Montague downstairs."
Henry looked at Grace.
Then, in front of Celeste, he gently took Grace's hand. "Honey, let's go home."
Downstairs, they got into the car. The driver called her Mrs. Montague.
In a daze, Grace felt something cold slip onto her finger. Looking down, she saw it was the diamond ring she had seen in Henry's office before, the one he said was his wife's wedding ring.
Turns out, it was hers.
The ring sparkled on her finger, fitting perfectly like it was made for her. Grace stared at it for a long time. She didn't take it off but curled her hand slightly.
Henry held her hand gently until the car pulled into the villa, then he let go.
The driver got out to open the door. Outside the car were Clara and Oliver with three kids, the youngest, Jacob, in Clara's arms. Seeing Grace get out, Clara was moved. "Grace!"
Oliver hugged Grace tightly.
He hugged her so hard, almost crushing her. The last time he saw her was a year ago in Dawnstar. They had a big fight over Sarah, and soon after she came back, the accident happened.
Oliver had always regretted it. Since Grace was a little girl, he had always loved her, but that time he turned against her.
He held Grace, his voice almost in pain. "It's good to have you back. I'm Oliver, your brother."
Grace didn't remember him. But his embrace made her heart ache, and she wanted to cry. She also held onto Oliver's arm, her voice choked with emotion. "Oliver!"
Oliver gently patted her head.
They had grown up and hadn't been this close in a long time, but the feeling of losing and regaining made Oliver lose his composure. He held Grace like he did when they were children, unwilling to let go.
Henry spoke calmly from the side, "It's cold outside. Let's go inside."
Clara wiped her tears and agreed, "Yes, Grace is already not feeling well. Let's go inside first."
All of them went inside.
After settling down, Taylor leaned against Grace, looking very dependent. But she was smart and capable, not only taking good care of Avery but also noticing a smell at this moment. She pinched her nose and said, "Jacob pooped his pants!"
Clara opened it to check, and it was true.
Taylor quickly changed Jacob into a fresh pair of pants, handling him like a doll, because Avery had grown up and was no longer as cooperative.
Jacob, a few months old, didn't cry either.
Grace looked at the two children and asked Oliver, "Where is your wife?"
Oliver was taken aback for a moment. He didn't directly answer Grace but said tactfully, "She's recuperating in Dawnstar. I'll bring her back when she's better."
Grace didn't remember things, but she could see the clues. However, she didn't ask further.
They quietly had dinner.
In the afternoon, Oliver left with Jacob first. He said he would go back to Dawnstar in a few days and they would gather again when he returned. When he left, Clara went to see him off.
In the hall, Taylor was playing with Avery.
Grace looked at the sunlight outside and softly asked Henry, "Is Oliver not getting along well with his wife?"
She wanted to know everything. She remembered what the man named Dylan had said. He said if she wanted to know everything, the truth was in the villa.
Grace thought only Henry could tell her the truth.
At night, after putting the two children to bed, she took a bath and sat at the dressing table, applying skincare products.
This bedroom still felt very unfamiliar to her, but she naturally sat there as if she had done it a thousand times before. And Henry, wearing a white bathrobe, leaned against the headboard.
That scene was also very familiar.
In her memory, they had just been together, but now they seemed like an old married couple.
As Grace was almost done, Henry got out of bed. He hugged her from behind, not speaking, just gently rubbing his nose against her neck. This was a signal, a signal between a couple wanting to make love.
Grace knew it was unavoidable, but she really wasn't in the mood or state for it now.
She turned her head, their noses touching.
Henry's voice was particularly hoarse. He asked her softly, "Shall I help you apply it?"
Without waiting for her response, he picked up the lotion on the table and began applying it to her body. His technique was meticulous, as if he had done it countless times. Grace figured that regardless of their past relationship, they must have been very compatible in bed.
Henry had a high demand in this aspect, too.
His hand was a bit heavy, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan, grabbing his hand. "Henry?"
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