Wrong Ride, Right Lover novel Chapter 204

“You don’t have to pretend!” Monique scoffed. Her eyes stared at him with disgust, “You don’t need to find excuses for your appalling actions. It was all an act to make me your lover.”

Just an act?!

She thought that it had been his ploy to have gotten her. Was he out of his mind then? He rushed all the way from the city when he heard that she went on a blind date. He never left her side when she had a fever and took care of her from day to night, changed the towels on her forehead, measured her temperature regularly, and accompanied her when she had lost her appetite. How dare she say that he had just been acting?

Who did she think she was? What kind of lover would have received so much attention?

Who the hell did she think she was? If she had not been Angel's mother, he would not have bothered to have looked at her.

Henry curled his lips and sneered, “You think too highly of yourself. Lover? You think I want you as my lover with the figure you have?”

Henry continued to mock her, “Since you offered, I’ll oblige. What do you want from me?”

Monique scoffed and asked in return, “What do you think I want?”

She lifted her head and stared at him with her shimmering eyes without any fear. Her stubbornness made him feel a little guilty, “Just give me a number.”

Women just wanted his money. He had nothing else to give other than money.

He could have solved everything with money.

Monique felt a pang of hurt in her chest. She scoffed, “I’m curious to know how much you’re willing to pay to spend a night with me?”

Henry smirked. As expected, no woman could have resisted the temptations of money. Henry crouched down to pick up his coat under the bed and took out the checkbook from his pocket. He threw it at Monique and said, “It’s up to you.”

Monique stared at the checkbook in front of her. Did he truly think that she had been up for sale?

“Do you have a pen that I can borrow?” She asked in a sweet voice with curled lips.

Henry took out a pen from the inner pocket of his coat in a swift motion. He had the habit of always having carried a pen with him.

When she reached for the pen, their hands touched, which made her heart skip a beat, but she regained her composure quickly.

She also took the coat from his hand and covered herself with it. She looked really good with the coat around her.

She reached into his pocket and emptied the contents onto the bed. He only kept his wallet and mobile phone in his pocket.

Henry looked at her with raised eyebrows, trying to have figured out her intentions.

She seemed to be unreadable at that moment.