Her voice was light like a leaf drifting into his heart, creating waves.
She was just standing right in front of him, yet he had forgotten about his urge to carry her into the room. He only gave her a simple reply. “Okay.”
Monique turned and walked to the kitchen. Henry suddenly remembered something and his mouth lifted into a grin. It was fine, he would have more stamina later after he ate. When she turned around, she saw the grin Henry had on his face. Henry quickly hid the smile when she turned to look at him.
She looked at his expression and thought it a little funny. Why was he hiding his smile?
She grinned at Henry. “You should smile more often. You look good when you do.”
“Are you crazy? When do I look bad?” Henry was suddenly blushing. He went upstairs after that.
Monique almost burst out laughing to see Henry blushed. Was he embarrassed?
Wait… She turned around earlier because she wanted to ask what he wanted to eat, but he had already gone upstairs.
She decided to cook noodles since it was quick and easy. She started to get busy in the kitchen. She always cooked for Angel in the past; making a bowl of noodles was an easy task for her.
He was wearing blue pajamas, the collar wide open, revealing his irresistible collar bones and muscular figure. When the lights shone on him, he looked even more alluring. Every inch of his body was a masterpiece, especially at this moment, with his wet, messy, short hair. He looked pleasant and remarkable. Every inch of him was perfect. His wet and messy hair gave his exquisite features a touch of unruliness.
She noticed that he had not properly dried his hair before he came down. The water dropped from his hair to his good-looking face, and some fell across his chest.
“How long have you been there?” Monique rolled her eyes and asked with astonishment.
“I just came down.” Henry raised his eyebrows.
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