Wrong Ride, Right Lover novel Chapter 1144

Monique was speechless. She felt as if her effort this time was useless.

But he didn't chase her out again.

Monique quickly walked to the office table with a smile and put the noodles on the desk.

She looked at Henry with his crystal clear eyes.

He had just changed into a white T-shirt.

Monique quickly recognized the T-shirt. It was the one she borrowed from Henry.

For some reason, when Monique looked at the tall and straight profile of Henry, her nose suddenly felt a little sour.

All of a sudden, she could feel how Henry loved her.

Henry truly loved her not because of Little Nomi.

Instead, he loved her, loved her.

He was obviously angry with her, but when he saw that she was in danger, he would still save her without hesitation.

Then he said something like that. "It's because of her, and I love her. She is qualified." She would remember what he said for the rest of her life.

He just hid himself too well.

Or maybe he was the same as herself, who didn't know how to express himself.

When something happened, he only knew that he had to bear it on his own.

Monique's sparkling almond-shaped eyes flashed.

She picked up her chopsticks and wanted to blow it, because the noodles had just been cooked and were still very hot.

If he didn't eat, then she would feed him.

But she didn't know how he was burnt, was it serious?

Although Henry turned to look at the computer, he looked at Monique from the corner of his eyes.

He had eaten the noodles cooked by Monique before, which were basically very simple.

Today's noodles were indeed as rich as what Monique had said.

Henry, who was already hungry, was even more hungry when he saw the noodles.

Henry's eagle-like black eyes suddenly narrowed.

The temperature in the air instantly cooled down.

Feeling the cold breath, Monique couldn't help shivering. Then she instinctively looked up at Henry.

He turned his head and stared coldly at her with his sharp eagle-like eyes.

His black eyes were too cold, as if he wanted to eat her alive.

Monique's hand, which was holding the chopsticks, trembled, and her palms were full of sweat.

When she just came over, she had been paying attention to Henry.

Although he looked very unhappy, he didn't have the same cold aura as he was now.

Did she do anything wrong just now?

She didn't do anything. She just wanted to blow it and feed him.

"Get out." His deep voice was like a ghost's, without any warmth.