Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 86

Chapter 86:

She arrived home late that night, and as she entered her room, she noticed a soft light glowing within. Under the lamp sat Henrik. Had he been waiting for her?

Henrik was dressed in a loose white shirt with the collar open, his collarbone peeking through. His slightly messy hair gave him an effortlessly charming appearance. The soft lighting bathed his face, blurring the sharp angles and lending him a gentle, almost tender expression. A subtle sandalwood aroma drifted through the room, enveloping it in a warm, tranquil ambiance. He sat still, like a peaceful painting, offering a quiet moment to reflect.

At the sound of her voice, Henrik lifted his gaze. “You’re back! I made some soup for you.”

Khloe was caught off guard. It had been ages since anyone showed her such care, and now here was someone waiting for her, with soup no less. She stepped closer and wrapped her hands around the bowl. The warmth soaked into her fingers, stirring emotions within her like gentle waves.

She gave it a sniff before pausing. “Herbal soup? And you added bitter herbs?”

health report came back today. You’re quite frail, so I had this herbal soup made for

her, meant to

this?” Her wide eyes brimmed with a mix of complaint and vulnerability, enough to melt even the hardest of hearts. Yet Henrik didn’t budge. He arched a brow and gave her a faint smirk. “Is a little bitterness

to admit the truth. “Yes,

set the bowl down, Khloe

it, so don’t even try…” Before she could finish her sentence, Henrik slipped an arm around her waist, drawing her firmly into his embrace. His grip

you’re anemic, prone to fatigue, and often dealing with stomach pains, right? And you still refuse to take your medicine? How about this—drink the soup, and I’ll reward you with

like a startled cat. “But it’s still going to taste bitter. I’m

drinking it?” Henrik’s chuckle was soft as he leaned in, his hand tilting her chin upward, his voice taking on a husky edge. “Looks like I’ll have to feed it to

raced, a mix of nervousness and heat spreading through her. Even with his neutral expression, his striking features radiated an unmistakable authority. Under his steady stare, Khloe grew more anxious, her fingers tightening around the hem of her shirt

out a small cough, she reluctantly took the bowl from Henrik’s hand. “I

watched as Khloe grimaced with each sip, her face subtly contorting, but she stubbornly