Of course, Henry Preston is a self-centered and domineering person; I’ve always known that.
But he can’t dictate my life like this!
Is it that when he doesn’t love , I should obediently stay in the corner, and when he does love , I must imdiately cater to him?
"I thought you would be different from before," I said, deeply disappointed, "It turns out my hatred and unfortunate experiences an less to you than your competitive spirit."
Henry Preston narrowed his eyes, saying nothing.
It’s truly ironic; my family is facing such severe issues, yet he cos to threaten .
"I won’t turn back, Henry. If you think I’m still not miserable enough, then keep targeting . Just like that Sanctum Biotech incident; you don’t help , and I’m at my wit’s end, satisfying your perverted psychology." I slightly tilted my head and continued coldly.
Henry Preston gritted his teeth, "Perverted psychology? Is holding onto you also perverted psychology? Just now, openly flirting with Ivan Underwood in front of , do you know how I feel?"
"Your feelings don’t concern ! I’ve let go of you. I’m not your property, so I won’t let go just because you say so. Henry, can you respect a little bit? Was it my foolish infatuation in the past that made you used to having without dignity?" I questioned with a hint of bleakness.
I was like a satellite, following the trajectory Henry set, revolving around him without a trace of self.
But that was my choice; I bla no one.
My words made Henry increasingly agitated; his naturally gloomy expression turned even uglier. He looked down at my hand, "Let go, don’t talk through a door."
I didn’t want to be at a disadvantage, so I let go, and once the door opened, we spoke face to face.
"I was wrong in the past; I can admit it a thousand or even ten thousand tis, but I want a chance to make it up to you." Henry’s expression softened quite a bit as he saw obediently release my grip.
"The past is over; can we not talk about it? I already have a boyfriend." I felt a sense of helplessness.
Henry’s face changed as quickly as flipping a page; his face, which had just eased a little, instantly tightened upon hearing my answer.
I continued, "What about Azure Vaughn? What about Rosalind Sutton? One’s your girlfriend, and the other’s your rumored lover. Have you not considered them?"
"No." Henry’s answer was heartless, despite those two won liking him; at this mont, I couldn’t see even a hint of hesitation in his eyes.
A long ti ago, Crystal Dawson said to : Never hold onto any hope for Henry Preston’s character.
Back then, I thought Crystal didn’t understand Henry, but later I realized she was truly a prophet.
A businessman at the top, who’s also a young man, would never be so good-natured person.
"Henry, we’re not suitable for each other, I’m begging you, let it end here, okay?" I found that cold words were no longer effective, so I softened my attitude and pleaded directly.
There was a trace of hurt in Henry’s eyes. He raised his hand to touch my face, but his fingers trembled slightly and then slowly lowered, "I want to, but I can’t; I said I wouldn’t let you go."
Upon hearing this answer, I truly felt utter despair; I know too well that as long as Henry himself doesn’t want to let go, there’s no way for to escape.
Having barely escaped the swamp, I’m being dragged back in.
Since words don’t work, I turned around and walked away.
Just as I took two steps, Henry embraced from behind, burying his head in the hollow of my neck, almost pleadingly, "Just one last chance, okay? You indulged for ten years; why can’t you give a little more ti?"
"Let go of ." I felt a dull pain in my heart, but the next second, I regained my composure.
"I won’t let go; if I let you go, you’ll drift farther and farther from . After the divorce, I thought you were angry with and would return to after a while until we lost the baby, until you released those recordings, only then did I belatedly realize I was really going to lose you." Henry’s voice was next to my ear, very clear, carrying intense regret.
I forced myself not to listen to those words, then nudged my shoulder slightly, trying to break free from Henry.
My silence and struggle finally made Henry release .
I didn’t turn around to look at him; I hurried back, firmly closed the door once inside the living room, and locked it.
Not sure if Henry had left, I turned on all the lights alone and ran to the balcony of the second-floor bedroom, from where I could see the situation at the front door.
The entrance already showed no sign of Henry, he must have gone back.
The weight on my heart lightened, but I couldn’t deny my emotions wavered when Henry held and said those things.
Then Ivan Underwood called.
"Are you asleep? I just got ho." His voice ca gently.
My restless heart suddenly settled down, "Just about to sleep, how about you? Why aren’t you sleeping yet after getting ho?"
"I miss you, wanted to hear your voice." Ivan’s sweet words were overwhelming, "Didn’t you miss ?"
"We haven’t been apart long enough to miss..." I felt a bit embarrassed at his question.
Ivan sighed softly, "Seems like you don’t miss , but I only feel ti flies when I’m with you."
I laid down on the bed, listening to Ivan’s voice on the phone, my mind tangled with Henry’s pleading words, my heart a chaotic ss, leaving silent.
"Fell asleep?" Ivan noticed my prolonged silence, asking.
"No, I was just getting clothes, planning to take a shower!" I casually explained.
Upon hearing this, Ivan promptly responded considerately, "Alright, it’s already late, I won’t take up your ti so you don’t sleep even later."
"Okay, goodnight." I softened my voice and wished him goodnight.
After hanging up, I stared at the ceiling blankly, then placed my hand on my abdon, thinking of the child I never t, causing my heart to ache with waves of pain.
Every ti I subrged myself in past mories, thinking of the child brought back to reality; the hatred toward Azure Vaughn and resistance to Henry tangled together, impossible to unravel.
With scattered thoughts, I fell into a deep sleep, and had a long dream, in which I was chasing Henry, and Ivan suddenly appeared, holding my hand to run in another direction.
But as we ran, Henry blocked our way again, looking at us with a dangerous and cold gaze.
When I woke up, my head throbbed painfully, my whole body felt feverish. Forcing myself up, I found the thermoter and tested my temperature on myself, finding I had a fever.
"Cough cough cough..." Intense coughing and chest tightness quickly followed.
I grabbed the car keys, planning to drive myself to the hospital for an injection, but I was already feeling dizzy from the fever and nearly passed out before reaching downstairs.
The sudden high fever forced to return to the bedroom, and call soone for help.
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