I couldn't bring myself to refuse Henry's request. His gaze was so sincere, even though he had hurt me time and again. I knew if I trusted him now, I'd soon be left in pain again… but I couldn't resist his allure.
Henry Harington, this man was like a drug—addictive, tormenting me every moment!
I thought his sweet words were just a way to lure me into his study for a quick fling, but in the end, he did nothing. He only kissed my cheek and watched me leave. He didn't even ask me to take off my mask. It was utterly confusing… I couldn't understand what Henry was thinking.
The next few days passed in a tense calm. Then, two days later, the same night, the same time—10 PM—I received another message from that number. It was short and to the point.
Henry: Come to the bathroom.
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