My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 842

Henry had never been so out of control.

He kept speeding up, driving out of the bustling urban area to a remote mountain road countryside.

"Slow down..."

May was so frightened by the speed and turned pale. She clutched the handle tightly with both hands and watched the car speed ahead and turn sharply, brushing past one car after another.

Henry was really crazy.

Would he court death?

Her screaming made Henry regain his senses and turn to look at May in the passenger seat in astonishment.

"Don't look at me. Look ahead."

"Drive carefully. Slow down!"

May hurriedly held his face in fear and asked him to look ahead. She was panting and her heart was about to jump out.

Henry grabbed her wrist one hand and held the steering wheel with the other. It seemed that he could only calm himself in this way.

The car slowed down.

"Pull over."

May took a deep breath, turned around, and shouted at him angrily.

Henry paused and then he parked the car in a corner.

May usually didn't like to play the exciting game, and rarely played roller coasters in the amusement park. This time, she really knew what it felt like.

The moment the car stopped, May immediately got off. Her legs were a little weak. She supported the front of the car, bent over, and breathed in the fresh air outside.

She was scared to death.

Henry immediately ran out and stood behind her.

He subconsciously wanted to step forward to hug her, but when seeing her pale face, he stopped and stood behind her, waiting to be scolded.

"What's wrong with you?"

When May regained her breath, she immediately turned around and shouted at him angrily.

Henry looked at her guiltily and shut up.

They had been dating for so many years, and most of the time it was Henry who made her angry. Every time she lectured him, he could only be obedient.

So when being scolded, Henry calmed down quickly.

"Say something!"

May was furious this time.

How could he risk his life? When did this guy become such a jerk?

When Henry heard her angry tone, he immediately became obedient.

He replied, "I just want to talk to you in a quiet place."

May tried to communicate with him calmly. "Henry, we're all adults. You can't..."

"I don't want to break up!"

He suddenly raised his voice.

"May, I don't want to break up. I won't..." He strode forward, holding her tightly in his arms.

May was hugged so tightly that she couldn't get away. It was Henry's trump card. Every time they quarreled, he would pester her until she forgave him.

"Henry, we are not suitable for each other. I have clearly realized that you are not the one I want. I have been looking for a more stable man since I was young..."

She pushed his chest hard and tried to reason with him.

Henry held her tightly in his arms and suddenly said in a low voice, "I've been drinking these days. I have a headache and a stomachache, and I don't feel well..."

He lowered his head and looked straight at her, saying softly like a child.

"May, I'm sick."

His tone was filled with endless anticipation and desire.

May was touched.

Every time he was sick, he would always speak softly and act like a spoiled child.

She warned herself not to be soft-hearted.