Chapter 93
Henry’s lips pressed against mine, throwing me into complete disarray. His unexpected public display of affection something be fond dezer conc made my knees weak.
The crowd around us erupted in cheers and whistles, camera phone flashes flickering in the darkness.
Before I could regain my composure, Henry swept me up into his arms. Despite his drunken state, he carried me effortlessly, as if I weighed nothing at all.
“Henry, put me down!‘ I protested, my voice barely above a whisper as he strode toward the building entrance.
“No,” he replied simply, his voice surprisingly steady for someone who had consumed so much alcohol. Don’t try to escape me.”
Residents moved aside, creating a path for us. Henry’s scent surrounded me, and my closed–off heart seemed to soften once again.
When we reached the third floor, Henry finally set me down outside Betty’s apartment, but his arms remained firmly around my waist.
“Open it,‘ he commanded, his warm breath tickling my ear.
I crossed my arms and defied him: “No.”
His eyebrows rose slightly. “No?”
“This is Betty’s home,” I explained, trying to sound firm despite my racing heart. “I can’t let you barge in without her permission.
Henry’s eyes darkened.
“You’re still my wife,” he reminded me, his voice dropping to that dangerous tone that always sent shivers down my spine.
“On paper only,” I countered, lifting my chin to meet his gaze directly.
A ghost of a smile played at his lips before he leaned forward, capturing my mouth once more. This kiss was different–carrying a feeling of wanting me to submit to him.
His tongue teased mine, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of my neck while the other pressed against the small of my back, eliminating any space
between us.
I hated myself for responding, for melting against him even as my mind screamed in protest. My body remembered every touch, every sensation, automatically yielding to his familiar rhythm.
‘Fucking manipulative bastard,” I gasped when he finally released my mouth, though my body remained pressed against his.
He didn’t seem offended by my insult. Instead, he caught my wrist, his thumb brushing over my pulse point before guiding my hand toward the fingerprint scanner beside the door.
‘If you won’t open it willingly,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my temple, “then I’ll have to persuade you.”
Before I could resist, he pressed my thumb against the scanner.
The lock clicked open, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway.
Henry wasted no time, sweeping me up again and/carrying me inside. Though he had never been here before, he headed straight for the bedroom where I had been staying.
“How do you know where- I couldn’t finish my sentence. He had already deposited me onto the bed, then immediately clim with one arm while deftly kicking off his shoes.
“What are you doing? I tried to wriggle free. ‘Get out of the bed!”
beside me, pinning me
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Chapter 93
Stop fighting, he said, his voice wuddenly weary as he pulled me against his chest. “I just want to sleep.
Istilled, confused by this unexpected turn. “Sleep?”
‘Don’t act so surprised, he muttered, burying his face in my hair. You haven’t been sleeping well either, have you? I can see it in your eye.
When his arms tightened around my waist, his breath warm against my neck, my resistance faded.
“I can’t sleep when you’re not there,” he confessed, his voice slurring slightly as exhaustion and alcohol finally caught up with him. Haven’t had a decent night’s rest since you left.”
I should have pushed him away. Should have demanded he return to his own home, to Isabella. But there was something in his vulnerability that held me captive.
“Don’t mention Isabella,” I said, the name leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. “Not while you’re in bed with me.
He tensed slightly before relaxing again. “She’s sick,” he mumbled. “Came back for treatment. Doesn’t want to marry me.”
I froze, trying to process his words. Was this just drunk rambling, or was he telling the truth?
“Stop talking about her,” I insisted, though my voice lacked conviction.
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