Chapter 39
The cool breeze swept past us as we walked side by side on the surprisingly busy street. Wasn't this supposed to be midnight? Weren't people supposed to be— I don't know— at home? Maybe all these people were Henrys who rarely came home early because of how busy they always were at work. Geez, thank God I wasn't born as a billionaire heiress or whatever. Henry was beside me, hands by his sides. He no longer looked like the stressed man I'd seen just ten minutes ago. Seriously, he was good at composing himself. How did his hair which I was certain I'd seen roughened, become smooth again? This man was really something. A handsome type. The words appeared in my head before I could stop them. Just the same way I couldn't stop myself from admiring him. And goodness, this was the def
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