Giselle scarcely dared to raise her eyes. Spotting Henry would inevitably remind her of the previous night’s escapades in this very place—decadently unrestrained.
Luckily, Henry wasn’t one to talk during meals, so their dinner proceeded in harmonious silence, broken only by the clinking of their utensils.
After they had eaten, Henry changed into a fresh outfit to head to his office.
Before stepping out, he enveloped Giselle in a perfunctory kiss, his smile betraying his satisfaction.
“Come to the office later to sign the contract,” he instructed, his gaze intense. “Rest up first—you were quite tossed about last night.”
With a playful shove, Giselle turned and ascended the stairs without looking back.
Watching her shy yet indignant retreat, Henry chuckled silently, then casually grabb
