Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 390

Chapter 390:

The next morning, Khloe awoke from a peaceful, deep sleep in the soft, cozy bed, with the sun already shining brightly outside. Ever since starting preparations for the biopharmaceutical competition, she hadn’t slept this soundly. As she recalled her intimate moment with Henrik the previous day, she could still feel a slight numbness in her back.

She got out of bed, slipped into her slippers, and walked out of the room. As expected, she saw Henrik standing by the glass window. His stunningly handsome face gleamed in the sunlight as he, wearing an apron, brought his homemade dishes to the table.

“Good morning. Come eat,” Henrik said, his voice steady and expression neutral, lacking the tenderness he had shown her before. However, his eyes gleamed with a flicker of something dangerous as he looked at Khloe. Despite this, Khloe felt a sense of ease. This new side of Henrik seemed to have shed the pretentious act he used to put on for others. He appeared more authentic, no longer just a polished facade.

As she sat down, Khloe noticed the carefully prepared dishes—each one her favorite—and couldn’t help but smile. “When did you wake up? How long have you been cooking?”

“Not too long.” Noticing Khloe reaching for the soup, Henrik took her hand. “You hurt your hand yesterday. Let me feed you.”

taking the spoon from Khloe and

waiting to consume her. “If

he sat beside her. They were so close that they could hear each other’s breath. If Khloe turned her head even slightly, their lips would

But his face stayed emotionless, with only his eyes betraying the emotions he tried to conceal. “I can

more like an undeniable truth. He truly seemed intent on

Keep reading on gαℓησv??s․com

to race as if she were standing face-to-face with a

that had happened last night, Henrik no longer bothered to hide his true nature. The heavy, suffocating aura that surrounded him seemed ready to

before, there’s no need to keep testing me. If I

a finger and lightly pushed Henrik’s forehead, creating some

Khloe stated firmly, placing extra emphasis on the word “fake.” Henrik had a

be called perfectly handsome, but beneath it, there was

over his cheeks. Today, he had forsaken his usual polished appearance, where his hair was neatly combed back, allowing instead for his locks to cascade around his face, softening

prepare a lavish breakfast. It seemed almost cruel to remind him that their engagement was fake, and Khloe experienced a sharp twinge of guilt.