Wrong Ride, Right Lover novel Chapter 367

Monique was just Henry’s lover, it did not matter if he believed her.

He could give her to someone else whenever he pleased without any reason.

That was why Monique did not bother why Henry mentioned Star River Residence. She had no idea what he was up to, but it was none of her concern.

She was just a speck of dust in his hand. He would let her go one day and that would be when she regained her freedom.

It was just a matter of time, and she was willing to wait.

She kept quiet while she watched the passing scenery through the car window. He was also silent, his eyes half-closed.

The car parked in front of Star River Residence.

It was an upper-class residential area in a serene and secluded area located in the middle of the bustling city.

It also had beautiful landscaping. Henry walked in with Monique following right behind him.

The lift stopped at the eighth floor. Henry opened the door and Monique entered after him.

The interior decoration was very luxurious. Monique was unsurprised because she had expected it. Besides, it was none of her business.

She just wanted to live a peaceful life with Angel. They did not belong to this place.

Henry slipped onto the couch lazily while Monique stood aside. “What do you feel like drinking? I’ll make it for you.”

Henry lowered his eyes slightly. She had already played her part at the function, yet she was acting all submissive and distant all of a sudden.

His deep, brooding eyes flickered as the corner of his mouth curved upwards into a faint smile. “Go and prepare the bath for me.”

Monique had goosebumps after seeing his vague smile. She bit her lips slightly and replied, “Okay.”

She would do whatever he asked since he wanted her to be a submissive lover. This was better than him giving her to someone else.

She felt that it was not that difficult without hoping that he would return her feelings.

Monique walked into the bathroom and took a deep breath. The ache in her chest was so jarring. She turned on the tap and washed the bathtub before filling it up.

She tested the temperature of the water when it was filled. It was just right. The bathroom was foggy from the steaming bath. Tears were hanging at the corners of her eyes.

She wiped her tears away with the back of her hand and took another deep breath. Then, she put on a smile and walked out of the bathroom. She stopped about a meter before the couch and called out to the man who was drinking coffee, “Dearie, the bath’s ready.”