Wrong Ride, Right Lover novel Chapter 332

Monique’s face was already red, but turned even redder. She faintly nodded. “Yes.”

When he saw Monique, he knew she was waiting for her, but he wanted to hear the words from her lips. He could not describe the happiness in his heart. Happiness flowed through his veins, reaching every corner of his body. He felt great. He raised a slender leg, with every intention to walk toward Monique and carry her to bed.

When she saw the passion in Henry’s eyes, she had the urge to rush back to her own room. Just then, Mandy’s voice came from the door, “Mr. Moore, is Mrs. Lawson asleep yet?”

Mandy’s pleasant voice was irritating in Henry’s ear. Then, another annoying voice replied, “I’m here.”

Mrs. Lawson heard the sound of a car engine, so she got out of bed to check.

Mandy was standing behind Henry, she did not notice the cold expression in his eyes and his gentle features hardening. Mandy looked at Mrs. Lawson. “Ma’am, Mr. Moore hasn’t eaten anything all day, please prepare something for him to eat.”

Henry almost screamed ‘scram’, but when Mandy said that, he minded his manners. “You should go back now.”

His words were cold; no trace of warmth in it.

Mandy was stunned. She was sure that she did nothing wrong; why was he suddenly so angry?

She could feel that those words were not only cold, but hostile.

“Yes, sir.” Mandy quickly bowed and left. This secretary position was not a job for anyone. Luckily, Assistant Stone was usually by his side so she did not have to follow the Chairman around every day.

Monique was shocked to hear what Mandy said, “Mr. Moore hasn’t eaten anything all day?”

Mrs. Lawson looked at Monique, then glanced at the young master. When she saw Henry smiling, she suddenly understood what was on their minds, so she replied with a grin, “I’ll leave you to it. I’m actually quite tired tonight, so I’ll go get some rest.”

Then, she gave Monique a mysterious smile.

Monique walked down the stairs, step by step. She stopped about two steps away from Henry. His strong wafting pheromones were overwhelming her.

As lights from the chandelier shone on his pleasant face, it was not as cold as it used to be. His gorgeous appearance took her breath away.

Monique was nervous and her palms were sweating. Her nervousness was greater than it had ever been.

“Shower first. I’ll cook you something,” she said, her lips pursed.