Chapter 50 Mrs. Montague, You've Gone Bad!
Henry probably came from the office. He looked sharp in his three-piece suit, young and handsome with that successful guy vibe.
A bunch of young girls were checking him out, but Henry was used to it. He walked straight to Grace, glanced at the huge movie poster, and asked, "Want to see this?"
Grace discreetly held onto her movie ticket, smiled faintly, and said, "Just wanted a Coke!"
Henry's blue eyes deepened as he looked at her for a moment. Without a word, he bought her a Coke. As he paid, he casually said, "You didn't like this before."
Grace smiled lightly. "People change!"
Henry handed her the Coke and smiled. "How about a movie together?"
This was the first time Henry had asked her out. Before Grace would have been thrilled, but now she couldn't care less.
She knew Henry wasn't easy to brush off, so she didn't refuse outright.
Grace hummed in response and handed him her shopping bag, saying she'd buy the tickets. But Henry didn't hold the bag securely, and the lingerie inside fell out.
Black lace lingerie scattered on the ground. Before anyone else noticed, Henry quickly picked them up. When he looked at her again, his face had a deep expression. "New purchase?" he asked with a charming smile.
Grace held the Coke and looped her arm through his. She leaned in and whispered, "Got these with Juniper! What do you think?"
Henry's eyes darkened. After they got married, Grace rarely flirted with him. He was usually cold, and he was always dominant in private, so she didn't need to flirt. Even though he knew she was doing it on purpose, he was still a bit tempted.
Henry playfully patted her backside, his voice relaxed. "Mrs. Montague, you're getting naughty!"
They didn't watch the movie; Henry took Grace home.
The driver was driving. As soon as they got in the car, Henry couldn't wait to kiss Grace. He pressed the red button, and the car's partition slowly rose, blocking the driver's view.
The temperature in the car rose, and Henry's voice was hot. "Try on the lingerie for me when we get home, okay?"
Grace gently stroked his face and said softly, "Henry, did you leave work early just for sex?"
Henry hesitated, gently holding her neck, his blue eyes intense.
They both knew his visit was because he suspected her of cheating, and she, Mrs. Montague, had no feelings for him. But neither wanted to face the truth yet.
Grace picked up a long strand of dyed hair from the seat.
Grace's voice was light. "This doesn't look like Celeste's hair color! Celeste usually wouldn't sit in the back, and the driver cleans the car daily, so I guess Elodie was in your car this morning. Henry, I don't interfere in your private life, but I think you owe me basic respect!"
She almost accused him of having an affair with Elodie.
Henry glanced at her and snorted, "Is that all you want to say?"
Grace stayed calm and continued, "Henry, if my involvement has truly been beneficial, then our relationship wouldn't be like this! If you want me to feel jealous, then you need to cut ties with her. Can you do that?"
Henry playfully pinched her chin, knowing his dealings with Elodie were out of duty, not romance. He was just helping her recover, planning to introduce her to Gavin and be done with it.
But he didn't share these details with Grace. After three years of marriage, he knew she didn't care about him anymore.
Otherwise, she wouldn't go to such lengths to avoid a movie with him. Grace disliked him so much now that she couldn't even stand a movie date. All her old affection was gone!
When they got home, Henry was in a sour mood, and unusually picky. Normally, he was easygoing with the servants. But at dinner, he complained the food wasn't up to par. The servants, sensing his displeasure, felt uneasy but stayed quiet.
Grace, realizing Henry's frustration was aimed at her, didn't want to make things worse for the staff. She gently said, "If you don't like this, I'll make a couple of dishes you like."
Henry, silent, leaned back, lit a cigarette, and after a pause, said, "Fine."
Grace went upstairs to change and then headed to the kitchen.
The servant felt bad and helped Grace, apologizing, "I'm really sorry Mrs. Montague. I'll do better so Mr. Montague won't be upset with you!"
Under the bright kitchen light, Grace said gently, "I've known Henry is picky for a long time. It's not your fault."
The servant was still upset. "But you are Mrs. Montague. You shouldn't be doing the servants' work."
Grace smiled indifferently. "Work is work, whether here or somewhere else. There's no should or shouldn't."
The servant finally felt a bit relieved. They didn't notice Henry standing at the kitchen door.
He heard Grace say, "Work is work, whether here or somewhere else," and realized she didn't see this place as her home. She treated being Mrs. Montague as a job, just like she told Felix that night—only interests, no feelings!
Grace made two of Henry's favorite dishes. Despite her efforts, Henry only took a few bites without showing any satisfaction. His discontent was clear. After dinner, he retreated to his study to work.
Grace didn't try to figure out Henry's mood. Instead, she continued with her evening routine, taking a relaxing bath and applying her skincare products.
Just then, Henry walked in. He stood behind Grace. She heard his footsteps and met his gaze in the mirror.
She thought Henry, annoyed with her, would take it out on her in bed. But to her surprise, he just looked at her for a moment before retreating into the closet. The sound of the slamming door echoed, showing his simmering temper.
Grace thought of Juniper's words and agreed Henry was probably going through early menopause!
That night, Henry didn't have sex with her. But he still held her while sleeping, his hand caressing her for a long time.
In the middle of the night, while Grace slept peacefully, Henry's eyes snapped open. Bathed in moonlight, he glanced at her serene face. She looked so calm in her sleep, which infuriated him!
After a while, he got out of bed and went to the bathroom. He stepped on the trash can and picked out a piece of hard paper—a movie ticket.
Henry stared at it for a long time and sneered, "Grace really thinks I'm a fool!"
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