Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 388

Chapter 388:

After a chilling laugh, he looked down at Khloe. “Now that you know the story, are you scared?” he asked, his hand brushing the back of Khloe’s neck with an air of control and scrutiny.

But all she noticed was the faint furrow in Henrik’s brows. With a gentle motion, she raised her hand to smooth them out, her expression calm and fearless. “Did you realize, in that moment, that you no longer had a home? Is that why you left the Watson family and created your own force?” Her words caused Henrik’s usually icy expression to stiffen.

He hadn’t expected her to ask such a question after hearing about his dark, bloody past.

Henrik stared at her, his eyes filled with raw emotion, his lips twitching slightly as if he wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words.

After a long silence, he finally spoke in a rough voice. “Yes, from that point, the place was just a house full of strangers, tied to me by blood. What I truly wanted was a place of my own, where I couldn’t be hurt anymore.”

As he finished, his hand slipped from Khloe’s neck and hung at his side, clenched into a fist, as if he were holding back a swirl of complicated emotions deep inside.

fist, sliding her fingers into his. “What about this place? Could this

dark barrier around his heart began to fracture, a

here.” Without hesitation, he pulled Khloe into his arms, a surge of unrestrained desire and possessiveness flooding over

her forehead, his kiss burning with intensity before

stunned by the unexpected kiss, her eyes going wide, but quickly, she found herself lost in the overwhelming passion. The warmth of Henrik’s lips sent a jolt through

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breath, she closed her eyes and melted into the kiss, wrapping her arms around

His hands stroked Khloe’s back. She was like his sole salvation

them willing to pull away until

Henrik rested his forehead against hers, their

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was calm and gentle as she responded, “I’ve already been

from a dreamy romance to a soothing, intimate

the city, Harold was seething with fury over Eric’s humiliating act of kneeling at the National Biopharmaceutical Competition earlier

he stormed back and forth in the lavish living room, his steps loud and filled with suppressed