Chapter 32 Henry, can you let me go, please?
Grace didn't have a second to react.
Henry spun her around to face the floor-to-ceiling window, holding her tight from behind.
He made her look at her reflection in the glass.
His words dripped with humiliation. "If I'm not mistaken, you're trying to use your body to free Clara. But this body has been shared a thousand times. Do you still think it holds any value? Or would you rather fool around with men here than go back to being Mrs. Montague?"
Just a few words left her speechless.
How could Grace ever match him?
Henry knew her body well. As he verbally humiliated her, he also tormented her physically. "Hold it in, don't dirty my pants!"
Grace's forehead was covered in sweat, her hair sticking to it messily. She finally couldn't hold back and cried out, "Henry, don't do this!"
"Don't do what? Weren't you the one who wanted to sleep with me?"
Henry was clearly angry. He pressed his cold face against hers, enunciating each word clearly, "Grace, you must feel wronged. You must also be curious as to why I refuse to divorce you or set you free. Right?"
Grace was somewhat dazed.
Henry held her delicate face, whispering, "I'll tell you the answer!"
He took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around Grace's body.
Grace struggled as she asked, "Henry, what are you doing?"
Henry picked her up and walked straight out. His voice was cold and indifferent. "Didn't you want to sleep with me? There's a place where I've always wanted to sleep with you again."
Grace guessed where it was. It was the place where she and Henry had their first encounter.
Room 6201 at the Celestial Waters Hotel!
How could Grace be willing to go?
She struggled desperately, even crying out because she couldn't break free. If she could relive her life, she wished she had never opened that door, so she wouldn't be in this situation today.
But no amount of struggle and crying could stop Henry.
Grace was in a sorry state, wearing only a set of black lingerie under his loose suit jacket. Even though the employees in the company lobby didn't dare to look closely, they could guess what had happened.
Henry put her in the car.
Grace had stopped struggling. She sat there in a daze, her eyes lifeless, as if resigned to her fate.
Henry took out his phone and made a brief call. When he hung up, Grace was still in a daze.
Expressionless, Henry started the car, convinced that he did not need to consider her feelings.
The car drove quickly and stopped at the Celestial Waters Hotel parking lot in Evergreen City in less than 20 minutes. Henry unbuckled his seatbelt and carried Grace out.
She shuddered as she nestled in his arms.
Henry bypassed the lobby and took the elevator directly to the top floor, where only two presidential suites were located.
6201 and 6202.
The hotel manager was waiting at the door. When he saw Henry come out of the elevator, he immediately took out a room card and smiled and said, "Mr. Montague, Mrs. Montague, have a pleasant evening!"
Henry took the room card and opened the door to room 6202.
The 17,000-square-foot suite was furnished with the world's most luxurious brands, truly opulent to the extreme. In addition to the master bedroom, study, and living room, it also had a home theater and a game room, making the room rate as high as tens of thousands of dollars per night.
Henry carried Grace straight to the home theater.
It was like a small cinema, with a set of luxurious dark-colored sofas in the center, looking soft and comfortable.
Grace was thrown onto the sofa, and the lights dimmed.
Henry sat next to her, pulled out his phone, and connected it to Bluetooth. He played a video he'd kept for three years.
In the slightly shaky footage, a slender figure pushes open a door. The bright lights in the suite clearly illuminate her face—it is Grace.
Grace felt a chill run through her as she watched.
Henry gently pinched her chin. "Afraid to look?"
With a sneer, he said, "You always claimed you opened the door to room 6201? Well, watch closely till the end. See if you actually entered room 6201 or 6202!"
In the video, Grace walked toward the luxurious white bed where Henry, drunk, was lying quietly.
The alcohol was potent. Alongside the looming hangover, another sensation stirred within him, urging him to seek solace in the company of a woman. However, he prided himself on his cleanliness and self-discipline, never engaging in casual relationships with women, even within the realm of business.
Henry's Adam's apple moved slightly.
Suddenly, a pair of soft hands gently caressed his face, bringing a slight coolness that was comforting.
Henry opened his bloodshot eyes, greeted by Grace's slightly flushed face as she leaned in and kissed his lips.
That kiss seemed to ignite the desire Henry had suppressed for 25 years. He flipped over and pressed Grace beneath him. At that moment, he saw her face clearly—it was Grace.
He didn't harbor any affection for Grace. Yet, deep within his being, a dormant desire tugged them both towards the abyss.
In the video, in his memory.
Henry was rough. He had never been with a woman before, and even if he hadn't been drinking, he probably wouldn't have been gentle, let alone after drinking. There were almost no kisses; he just deeply joined with Grace.
She cried out in pain. But he savored it, holding her slender waist, doing it over and over again.
They both remembered what happened afterward.
Henry fast-forwarded to the scene the next morning when they left the room and were surrounded by reporters. The video clearly showed that the room across the hall was 6201.
Everything froze.
Henry pulled Grace into his arms, quickly removing her jacket to reveal her perfect body.
After three years, she was slightly fuller, even more enticing.
He whispered coldly in her ear, "See? The room across the hall is 6201. You entered 6202, my room. Do you still dare to say you're innocent? Do you still dare to say you didn't deliberately sleep with me that night to marry me? Mrs. Montague, congratulations. This title will follow you until you're old and dead. There will be no divorce between us, only widowhood!"
Thinking of her photos with Lucas, Henry's words became even more ruthless. "Even if one day, I lose interest in your body and look elsewhere, you must hold onto this title. After all, you schemed so hard to get it, didn't you?"
Grace's body trembled as she couldn't accept the fact that she was certain she had entered room 6201 that year.
'How did it become room 6202? How could this be? How was it possible?' She questioned herself.
In Henry's mind, she was such a scheming woman, yet he had slept with her for three years. Even now, he could endure the disgust and sleep with her, but while he was willing, she was not.
Grace cried out in pain.
She wasn't weak; she cried for that absurd night. Now, she didn't even know who to blame!
Henry sneered as he gently held her waist, flipping her onto the sofa.
Perhaps spurred on by the video, he became aroused, unbuckling his belt and letting his pants slide down. It appeared he had no intention of fully undressing, but was prepared to engage in their encounter just as they were.
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