Monique threw the towel into the bathtub, causing a splash. “Is this funny to you?”
Henry wiped away the water droplets on his face and said, “Passable.”
Monique gritted her teeth and forced out the words. “Don’t overdo it.”
“But I want to.” Henry smirked, challenging her.
Monique felt like drowning the incorrigible man in the bathtub.
She was exasperated.
The thought was turned into action.
She pressed down on the man’s back with all her weight.
It was an unexpected turn of events and Henry was pushed down into the water. He was filled with anger and amusement.
However, Henry Moore was not a pushover.
He would have his revenge.
His hand shot out from the water and grabbed Monique’s arm, tugging her into the bathtub.
Monique’s smaller stature made fighting back impossible. Henry pulled her into his embrace.
The bathtub had enough space to fit two bodies comfortably.
Monique glared at the handsome face before her. How did she end up in the bathtub? Clearly, her plan had failed somewhere along the way.
Henry squinted. His dark eyes followed the water droplets that rolled down the woman’s face. Her pink lips looked especially luscious. Henry gulped and said in a husky voice, “Aren’t you a daring one? Trying to kill your husband?”
Then, under the guise of going to the washroom, Monique flirted with another man.
Of all people, it had to be Nick Johnny.
When he said he would send her away, he only meant to scare her and piss off Nick. There was no intent behind those words.
Unreasonable.
Monique struggled futilely in his embrace. He was simply too strong. “Let go of me!”
“No. I’m not done with you.” Henry pursed his lips.
The impotence angered her and she bit down on his shoulder as the last resort.
Henry Moore let out a grunt and loosened his hold on her. With a deep scowl, he gave her a scathing look. “Are you a dog?”
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