Wrong Ride, Right Lover novel Chapter 1333

When he held her just now, he was shaking.

It was the first time that Monique had seen Henry so sad like that.

His sad look was like a thorn in her heart.

She was even a little jealous.

One day, would Henry be so sad for her?

Henry looked into Monique's curious eyes. His dark and deep eyes darkened, and there was a touch of sadness in his black eyes.

The bathroom suddenly quieted down.

Henry did not speak.

Monique didn't say anything either.

She didn't know if she had touched on something sad about Henry.

She wanted to know him.

But she didn't want to force him.

If he was willing to say it, she would listen.

If he didn't want to say it, then she wouldn't listen.

After a while, Henry pursed his lips and spoke slowly.

"My parents died in a car accident. At that time, I was abroad. I saw the news from the news report. Maybe I didn't remember the scene at that time. The only thing I remember is that the blood kept flowing down from my mother's head and fell on her shoulder bit by bit!"

His voice was suppressed, low and depressed.

There seemed to be a kind of sadness erupting in his chest.

"I don't know how I came back. When I came back, I saw two cold corpses lying in the funeral house. They were still fine when I went abroad."

"..." Monique didn't expect it to be like this.

Gu Xiaoxiao's blood reminded him of the time when his parents had passed away.

She shouldn't have asked.

She shouldn't have been jealous.

"What was I doing just now?"

Monique was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward and hugged Henry tightly.

Henry did not speak, and held Monique tightly in his arms.

Monique could not see the pain in his eyes.

But she felt it.

Monique was not short, but he was much shorter than Henry.

She shook her toes and patted his back with her slender hands.

She seemed to be coaxing a child or telling her determination. "You have me and Little Nomi in the future. We will all be with you, and we will never leave you."

Henry's grief was fading away bit by bit.

His eyes softened unconsciously.

He buried his face in her neck, and his warm breath drifted past Monique's ear.

They maintained this posture for quite a while. No one moved, no one spoke.

It was as if they were warming each other up.

After a while, Monique was worried that Henry was still sad, so she subconsciously found a topic to distract Henry's attention. "How do you know that she poisoned at the party?"