His words sent chills down my spine.
I recalled the night I had called him for help—had he known about Angela from the very beginning?
Suddenly, I remembered everything James had done for me. It all seemed so unreasonable; James had once said that everything was orchestrated by someone. Was that someone truly the 'Henry' standing before me? The thought made me gasp in shock.
I clenched my fists and looked up at the man towering over me. "Sir, what do you want?"
'Henry' suddenly laughed, his smile alluring and charming. His physique was perfectly sculpted, and even when he smirked, the muscles in his collarbone shifted slightly, revealing a red mole. "Maria, I told you I genuinely like you—your face, your body, everything about you."
As he spoke, his palm glided over my heaving chest a
