Chapter 251

Grace had been mulling over this question for what felt like forever—so long that Henry was starting to lose hope. "It’s okay. You don’t have to feel pressured, even if you don’t like me," Henry said, trying to keep his tone light, though the disappointment tugged at his chest. "No, that’s not it. I do like you," Grace blurted out before she could stop herself, unable to bear the look of quiet hurt on his face. Henry froze, staring at her as if he wasn’t sure if he’d heard right—like he wanted to believe it but was afraid it was all in his head. "I think... I like you too," Grace continued, her voice a little softer now. The time she’d spent with him had been some of her happiest in a while. He got her in a way that few people ever had—like a mind-reader who knew exactly what she needed and when. And his cooking? Honestly, she could eat his food all day. She had to admit it—she was definitely into him. She just wasn’t sure how deep those feelings went yet. "Wait, really?" Henry’s eyes