The look in Henry's eyes changed slightly. He held her in his arms and kissed her on the cheek with tears. "I know, it's my fault. I'm sorry!"
Monique struggled to get up from Henry's arms. It was not that she didn't want to stay in Henry's arms, but she was deeply afraid that she would touch Henry's wound. "I was also wrong. I should have told you as soon as I knew it. I was afraid that you would be angry if you knew, so..."
Henry kissed Monique's lips again.
But this time, he just made a light kiss. "You don't have to apologize to me. You have to tell me in advance next time, but you're not allowed to eat alone with him when it's not so special."
Monique was speechless.
"I must also be there if you want to meet him." Henry raised his eyebrows, as noble as a king.
His voice was simple and domineering, with an irrefutable momentum.
He was possessive, but not annoying.
Monique immediately nodded obediently and said, "Well, then you won't be angry with me."
"Not yet!" Henry pursed his thin lips.
The corners of Monique's eyes twitched. "Didn't we just having a good chat? Why is he still angry with me?"
"Don't look at me with such a pitiful look. You said you would cook noodles for me often." Henry stared at her with his deep black eyes, which could not hide his tenderness.
Seeing that Henry had calmed down, she blinked her beautiful eyelashes. "Don't you feel bored after eating too much noodles?"
The corners of Henry's thin lips curled into a big smile. "As long as it's cooked by you, I won't be tired of it."
"All right." Monique rolled her eyes, but she felt sweet in her heart.
She was very good at cooking. If he wanted, she could cook for him every day.
It didn't matter even if he was tired of it.
His hoarse voice was extremely sexy and pleasant to the ear.
Monique's fair and delicate face immediately turned red like a ripe peach and then he said delicately, "That won't do. If you don't go to see the doctor, I'll feel heartbreak for you."
"Then you are willing to let me see other women." Henry narrowed his black eyes, which were full of dangerous light.
Looking at the delicate woman in front of him, he only wanted to show himself to her at this moment.
So that after exhausting all her physical strength, she no longer had the mood to think about other men.
Monique: "..."
"Bad man, I'm still exhausted because of you yesterday, and now I'm limping."
Now that he still wanted to do it, she could not be more moved too long.
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