Chapter 32
♣ Marie Smith ♣ Just thinking about the fact Henry liked me still felt so… weird, confusing. It made me wonder how on earth his mind ran. Six years wasn't small. Some people gave birth within that period, had children and grandchildren. Even great grandchildren. And that was how long he'd loved me? Geez. Why? What was he even talking about meeting me under the rain? Forget that, how could he seriously have loved me for so long without once expressing it. It wasn't a nice thought. Was he so egoistic or heartless? Had he seriously thought I didn't have emotions. Didn't he for once think him speaking sternly to me might hurt? Or that I might not like how he never came home? This was a man that claimed to love me, yet had never entered my room or allowed me in his. In fact, why
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