Chapter 88
“So Henry gets drunk, his ex–girlfriend shows up, and somehow this becomes my problem? Sophia laughed bitterly. I’m sorry, but as to see why 1 mont
care.
“Sophia, please, Benjamin pleaded. ‘Isabella is clearly planning to-
“To what? Sleep with him? He’s a grown man, Benjamin. And more importantly, he’s not my concern anymore.”
Benjamin ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “You don’t understand. She arrived moments after I posted that photo. She saw it and came running she’s been waiting for an opportunity like this. She’s trying to use this chance to seduce Henry into bed! This isn’t what Henry wants!
“Then maybe your friend shouldn’t have gotten himself blind drunk,” Sophia tetorted, “Look, I appreciate your concern, but Henry made his choice long agn I wish him and Isabella all the happiness in the world.”
‘No, you don’t understand, Benjamin said urgently. “Henry doesn’t even know she’s there! He’s so drunk he thought she was you! He called out your name! He’s been calling for you the whole time!”
There was a long silence on the other end of the line.
Before Sophia could respond, a loud crash erupted from inside the VIP room, followed by a woman’s startled cry. Benjamin nearly dropped his phone in shock.
“I have to go–something’s happened,” he said hurriedly, ending the call.
Benjamin burst into the room to find a bizarre scene. Henry had apparently rolled off the couch in his sleep, taking Isabella down with him. They had crashed onto the floor, with Isabella pinned awkwardly beneath Henry’s unconscious weight. Her elegant dress was hiked up around her thighs, her makeup smeared from the impact.
Henry groaned, groggily raising a hand to his head while remaining oblivious to Isabella beneath him.
Benjamin quickly noted Henry’s unbuttoned shirt, immediately understanding what Isabella had been attempting. She struggled to free herself from Henry’s weight, her carefully constructed poise completely shattered.
‘Sophia?” Henry mumbled, his eyes still closed, clearly disoriented. “Where’s Sophia?”
Benjamin couldn’t suppress a smirk. “Even dead drunk and unconscious, he’s still calling for his wife, not you.”
Isabella’s face contorted with fury. She finally extracted herself from beneath Henry, scrambling to her feet with as much dignity as she could muster.
“Shut up!” she snarled, all pretense of refinement abandoned. “You need to learn when to keep your mouth shut, Benjamin! No one asked for your
commentary!”
She straightened her dress, attempting to restore her appearance. ‘Get out! You’re not needed here!”
Benjamin stood his ground, crossing his arms. “I’m not leaving him alone with you.”
Before Isabella could launch into another tirade, Benjamin’s phone rang. Glancing at the screen, his eyes widened in surprise.
“Well, look at that,” he said, moving quickly to Henry/s side. “Sophia’s calling back! She’s worried! She really cares about you!*
The announcement seemed to penetrate Henry’s alcohol–induced haze. He struggled to sit up straighter, his eyes attempting to focus.
“Sophia?” he repeated, a hint of hope breaking through his slurred speech. “She’s coming?”
Isabella watched with growing rage as both men’s attention shifted entirely away from her, focused instead on the ringing phone and the woman on the other end of the line.
On the other side of the city, Sophia clutched her phone nervously. After hearing that crash through the phone and Benjamin’s alarmed ‘I have to go,” she had been unable to suppress her concern. What if Henry was truly injured? What if something serious had happened?
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Despite her determination to keep her distance from itenry, she couldn’t help but worry.
One phone call to check on the situation wouldn’t hurt, would it?
She had no way of knowing the chaos her simple follow–up call had just unleashed.
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