No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Henrik nodded slightly, then straightened up. "Right, you're not lovesick. But I'm curious, why did you save Jeff? Is he that important to you?"

Henrik seemed friendly, not pressing for answers, but he was setting traps with every step, trying to figure out who mattered most to me. He wanted to exploit my value to its fullest. "Not important," I said crisply, three words clear and direct.

Henrik chuckled, clearly not convinced. "Yet, you used your one chance to save him."

"That's because Jeff taught me how to play baseball. So, this opportunity should belong to him," I said, causing Henrik to shake his head.

"Why wouldn't you fight for yourself? Fight to make me let you go?" Henrik tested human nature once again.

"You're keeping me here to watch the game anyway. I doubt I'd make it to the airport even if I tried leaving. Besides, I came here to see Jeff play. I don't want to leave," I said, glancing at Henrik's forearm, which he had rolled up his sleeve to reveal. There seemed to be a scar.

Noticing my gaze, he pulled up his sleeve further, exposing half his arm. A deep scar was visible. "It's not fully healed yet. I'll get a tattoo over it, so it won't look so ugly."

He was concerned about it looking ugly.

"Who did that to you?" I asked, somewhat knowingly.

Henrik smiled lightly. "You don't know?"

laid out, I dropped the act,

rolled down his sleeve. "Not

his lips. "My grudge with him isn't

surprised. "You and

date? He never told you about

knew how to hit where it

gave a bitter smile.

me with a bit more pity. "Seems like he

he loved me, he should be here confronting you to save

on my crown. Henrik was patting my

was still not used

do."

he withdrew his hand, saying, "Ernest might

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meaning

me turn. I saw him rushing toward me, followed

come for me, but seeing him

"He must love you more