Chapter 94
“Mm, he agreed, already drifting off. “Just want you. Always you.”
His breathing soon evened out, his grip on me loosening slightly as he fell into deep sleep. I lay awake, listening to his heartbeat, feeling the warmth of his body around mine.
Why did this feel so right when everything about our relationship had been so wrong?
Meanwhile, across the city, social media was exploding. Videos of Henry Harding–one of New York’s most notorious billionaires–throwing money at strangers while publicly declaring his love for his wife were being shared thousands of times.
“OMG did you see Henry Harding’s midnight meltdown?”
“Who was that woman? His wife? I thought he was with Isabella Scott!”
“That was the most romantic thing I’ve ever seen! Drunk or not, the man clearly loves her!”
“No, that wasn’t his wife. That was definitely Isabella Scott he was kissing.”
The debate raged on, with commenters splitting into two camps–those supporting Sophia and those supporting Isabella.
The grainy nighttime footage made it difficult to clearly identify the woman wrapped in Henry’s coat.
Isabella sat alone in her hotel suite, scrolling through the videos with growing rage. The woman in Henry’s arms was undoubtedly Sophia, but many online believed it was her.
Isabella skillfully edited a similar image of herself, matching the lighting and background.
She posted it without caption or comment, misleading all netizens into guessing.
The effect was immediate, the online narrative began shifting.
“I knew it was Isabella! She just confirmed it with her post!”
“They’re finally back together!”
“But where did they go after?”
Some remained skeptical.
‘Stop playing games, Isabella. Was that you or not?”
But Isabella didn’t care about these questions. The louder the netizens‘ voices grew, the more beneficial it was for squeezing Sophia out of Henry’s life.
When I finally opened my eyes, morning light filtered through unfamiliar curtains. For a moment, I felt disoriented, confused by the warm weight pressed against my back. Then the events of the previous night came rushing back.
Henry.
He was still sound asleep, one arm draped possessively around my waist, his face relaxed in a way I rarely saw when he was conscious. His hair was tousled, his jawline darkened with stubble.
I quietly admired his handsome face. Despite everything, just having this man nearby made my heart beat faster.
How pathetic, Sophia, I chided myself.
After everything he’s done, you’re still melting at the sight of his sleeping face.
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I tried to slide out from under his arm, but suddenly felt his hand begin to move. His pain and atonite dimin, my bàn, đến bề hệ bài hành t circles on my back.
His breathing changed, becoming deeper and more tagged.
As his hand continued exploring, moving to my thigh, then back up to cup my rear, I froze. His lower body Bean to greve larger and thicken with monad desire.
I quickly rolled away from him, landing on my feet beside the bed.
Without hesitation, I delivered a swift kick to his thigh. “What are you trying to do?
Henry’s eyes opened, revealing no trace of sleep or surprise.
A good morning would have been nicer, he remarked dryly, making no move to sit up.
1 stared at him in disbelief. “You’re in Betty’s guest room! Were you really planning to- I couldn’t even say if out loud, my face heating at the thights
“I’m a man who hasn’t been with his wife for weeks, he replied, his voice husky. ‘What did you expect?
The casual way he said it, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, made me even angrier.
“You bastard! It’s barely dawn and you want to-” I cut myself off, realizing something important. “Wait. Were you awake the whole timer
A satisfied smile spread across Henry’s face, confirming my suspicion.
“You were faking sleep?” I asked again, mortification washing over me as I recalled how I’d studied his face, how my expression had probably revealed every pathetic emotion 1 still harbored for him.
“I wanted to see what you’d do,” he admitted without a trace of remorse.
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