Chapter 293 Oliver, You Weren't Like This Before
Grace was about to say no when someone grabbed her waist. She looked up and saw Henry's intense eyes, full of possessiveness.
They locked eyes until their breathing got a little shaky.
Grace didn't refuse anymore. She softly thanked him.
Henry's eyes darkened even more, and his voice came out rough, like he'd swallowed hot sand. "We're a couple. Does a man need thanks for making his wife happy?"
Grace's heart skipped a beat, but Henry gently let her go. He grabbed a coat and draped it over her shoulders. "It's time, let's go!"
Since Grace came back, this was their first public appearance together.
Half an hour later, a sleek black limo pulled up at the hotel entrance, and the driver opened the rear door.
Henry got out first and shielded the car roof.
Under countless lights, a slender hand placed itself in Henry's large palm, their fingers interlocking. They looked like the perfect couple.
No one could tell that Grace had lost her memory.
From a distance, Dylan had just gotten out of his car. He saw the whole scene. Whether it was the strong night wind or something else, his eyes glistened with a hint of moisture.
But Grace didn't see him.
She and Henry walked into the banquet hall. Henry had some socializing to do, so she stood quietly by his side. If Grace hadn't lost her memory, she might have minded, but now she could play the role of Mrs. Montague with ease.
People called her Mrs. Montague, and she didn't mind anymore.
She also had her own career, and being Mrs. Montague would only help her career. Why refuse?
Henry's business went smoothly. There was a lounge at the corner of the banquet hall where he went to sign a contract, and Celeste was already waiting there.
Henry didn't want Grace to get bored, so he asked Amara to keep her company.
Amara agreed right away. After Henry left, Amara held Grace's hand tightly, her eyes filled with tears. "A few days ago, Juniper invited me to dinner and told me about you. I didn't believe it at first, but now it seems you really are back. Henry did a great job keeping it a secret."
Grace didn't remember, but Henry had told her about everyone and everything.
Amara was her confidante.
Grace was touched. "Yes, I'm back!"
They sat in a corner, and Amara gracefully called a waiter to bring two glasses of champagne. Amara said, "No matter what, we have to drink this glass of wine today to celebrate our reunion."
Grace agreed.
Amara also told Grace a lot about the social scene, both to keep her entertained and to help her fit in with the wealthy women. After all, with Henry's status, Grace would have to socialize.
They were chatting happily when Grace's peripheral vision caught sight of a familiar face. It was Oliver.
Oliver was with a captivating woman. She wasn't conventionally beautiful, but she was mature and sexy, with impeccable fashion sense. Every move she made radiated feminine allure.
Under the soft lights, the woman leaned against the back of the couch, seemingly drunk.
Oliver's high nose gently rubbed against her, and the woman's eyes were filled with allure. She tilted her head for a kiss, and they pressed their bodies together, kissing passionately.
Grace was stunned.
Amara followed her gaze and then spoke softly, "That woman is Ellie Johnson, a very shrewd and capable woman, but now she can only be considered Oliver's mistress. But she is ambitious. I've heard rumors that Oliver is considering divorcing and remarrying."
Grace nodded. "Thanks for telling me."
As soon as she finished speaking, Oliver looked over. Their eyes met, filled with deep meaning.
After a while, Oliver stood up and walked over.
Amara, being super considerate, found an excuse to give them some space.
After Amara left, Grace forced a smile. "Oliver!"
Oliver sat down on the opposite couch. He glanced at Ellie, then back at Grace. He pulled out a cigarette box from his pocket and lightly tapped a cigarette on the table.
But he didn't light it. He looked at Grace and after a long pause, he spoke softly, "Yeah, I'm going to divorce Sarah. But it's not because of another woman. Women are just a distraction, not enough to affect my marriage with Sarah."
Oliver's meaning was clear: he wouldn't marry Ellie.
Grace instinctively said, "Oliver, you weren't like this before!"
After saying that, she felt a bit dazed. She didn't remember the past, but deep down, she felt Oliver wasn't this kind of man. He wouldn't cheat on his wife.
Grace stared intently at Oliver.
Oliver gave a bitter smile. He didn't say much, just gently patted Grace's head, like he did when they were kids.
He had struggled too. He had once doubted whether he was wrong, whether he shouldn't have taken revenge on Sarah, shouldn't have married her. Seeing Sarah's innocent face always made his heart ache.
He thought it would be better to divorce, make sure she was taken care of, and then never see her again. Wouldn't that stop the heartache?
They didn't talk much. Soon, Oliver left with Ellie.
Grace was in a bad mood. She went to the restroom, and as she turned on the golden faucet, a stranger's face appeared in the mirror.
Grace guessed the person's identity: Sierra, Elodie's cousin, who had a brief fling with Henry.
Sierra also looked at Grace in the mirror.
She looked at Grace's high-end custom dress and the jewelry she wore, each piece worth millions of dollars. Her eyes were filled with jealousy.
Sierra's tone was cold, "You know the truth, yet you still stay by his side. Ms. Windsor, do you love his power or the man himself? You know best in your heart."
Grace slowly washed her hands. Under the crystal light, her expression was calm, and her voice was refined, "What does it matter if I love his power? It doesn't change the fact that I am his wife. Even if Henry finds another woman someday, as long as he puts me first, I won't try to control him, nor can I! Ms. Williams, if a man really wants to cheat, a woman can't stop him. The only exception is if the woman outside is of too low a class!"
Sierra's face turned pale. Grace's words hit her sore spot.
Sierra had clung to Henry back then, but he had been indifferent to her.
So, she couldn't stand to see them happy.
Grace couldn't be bothered with her. She turned off the faucet and left.
Sierra followed, "Mrs. Montague..." Her words got stuck in her throat.
At the restroom door, Henry stood tall and handsome. The crystal light above illuminated his well-defined features, making him look even more mature and elegant.
He was dressed in an expensive black suit, perfectly matching Grace.
Sierra suddenly felt ashamed. She watched as Henry gently held Grace's hand and they left together. Just like before, he didn't spare her a glance.
Sierra couldn't control her trembling. She turned on the faucet to wash her face, but her hands were shaking so much that she couldn't open it. She looked at herself in the mirror, seeing a loser, and suddenly broke down in tears.
The millions of dollars worth of jewelry on Grace contrasted sharply with the cheap dress Sierra had saved up for a month to buy. It became clear that certain things were bestowed upon some people from birth, while individuals like her could never attain them, no matter how much effort they put in.
Sierra was a loser. She had even tried to drive a wedge between them, but Grace didn't care. Yet, even though she didn't care, Henry still treated her like a treasure.
Sierra sobbed uncontrollably, her tears soaking the expensive dress.
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