Chapter 65 A Display of Affection

Today was Saturday, and Henry hadn’t gone to the office.

Evelyn walked into the study carrying a plate of sweets she made.

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“What’s going on?” The eyes carried a hint of coldness collided with Evelyn’s, stirring up an unfamiliar feeling in her heart.

“Have some sweets I made.”

Henry glanced at the tray in her hands.

David spoke up first, “Madam, the boss doesn’t like…” sweets.

“Bring it over, let me taste it,” the man’s deep voice directly interrupted.

David: “…”

David watched as Henry calmly picked up a small sweet and put it in his mouth, savoring it

with care. David decided to keep his mouth shut.

“How is it? Is it good?” Evelyn anxiously asked.

She knew Henry wasn’t a fan of sweets, so she specially adjusted the flavor to suit him.

Perhaps sensing Evelyn’s sincerity, Henry paused for a moment and then put the remaining

sweets into his mouth. “Delicious.”

“If it’s delicious, should I make it for you often in the future?” Evelyn’s eyes and smile curved

sweetly, as if envisioning something.

Henry didn’t answer her, just waiting for Evelyn to speak again.

future, when you’re old and have dentures, I’ll

By then, we can sit in the small garden, drink tea, enjoy the flowers. It will be so

beautifully delicate face filled with happiness

with the public display of affection, quickly retreated from the study.

arms but accidentally touched the wound on her arm.

cried out in

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Display of

furrowed, and he asked

A simple ‘no’ felt like

the man’s increasingly darkening expression, and

‘It’s over!‘

a little injury, didn’t want you

hard to make

Henry wasn’t buying it. He stared at Evelyn and commanded, “Take off

clothes.”

immediately gripped her collar tightly, only to

wound.

able

shook her

cold gaze

his eyes, Evelyn yielded and

moved to the

really am fine, it’s just… Ah!”

for her to confess voluntarily, so he simply reached out and tore

below the shoulder.

arm made intimate contact with the air, Evelyn closed her

line of sight looking down at her wound. Although his brows were furrowed, his expression

was two days ago. Though it was still oozing a bit, it now looked like a relatively

paused for a moment, silently thanking the doctor who had treated her

wrong. You just won’t believe me, but it’s

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