Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 411

Chapter 411:

Henrik was momentarily shocked and looked down at his hand, where the wounds from his own nails were still bleeding. He frowned, but his eyes stayed locked on Khloe’s. “That’s not what I meant. Aren’t you repulsed by what I did? You’re a doctor, someone who heals and saves lives. You should despise it.”

Just then, Fiona entered, placed the disinfectant tools on the table, and hurried out, leaving Khloe and Henrik alone.

“Yes, I do dislike it,” Khloe answered quietly. Her words stirred up intense emotions in Henrik’s already dark gaze, and the hostility he had tried to suppress began to surface uncontrollably.

Khloe noticed it, but she didn’t react. Instead, she opened the medical kit, took out the iodine tincture and a swab, and began cleaning Henrik’s wounds.

Despite her frustration, Khloe’s cool fingers touched Henrik’s wounded hand with the lightest of touches. Her eyes showed neither fear nor disgust. As she cleaned the wounds, she asked, “Was that person the one behind the car accident that targeted me?”

froze, his body stiffening,

things, and you did it because you were protecting me. But

yourself, don’t you? Otherwise, you wouldn’t have gone to such extremes to help the President rise to power. You’re trying to escape that bloody path, not wanting

hadn’t expected her to talk about

was abducted as a child and endured that horrific experience, violence had become his instinctual way of handling problems. No

understood just how unbreakable Khloe’s will and determination were—far stronger than his

brings you

And now, she stared deeply at him. She had seen the darkness in him—his hesitation in the room, the panic he couldn’t hide. In that moment, she understood Henrik was

one, yet his loyalty to those he cared

the one he had chosen, the one he trusted completely. But to her, it felt less like a gift and more like a burden she never wanted. Life was far too precious to be controlled by anyone but its owner. Khloe couldn’t bear the weight of Henrik’s love, knowing it

had to help him break free from his destructive

the last knot on his bandage, her tone calm but firm. Her eyes locked onto his, unwavering. “Love should make us better, not worse. I learned that from my

lifted her hand, brushing his cheek gently. “Promise me you won’t give in to anger

he hadn’t known he needed. He felt her fingers brush against his cheek, a touch so gentle