âYou Little liar,â Henley scoffed.
âYou like him.
â
During their conversation, Raegan noticed a brief lapse in Henleyâs attention and decided to seize this opportunity.
With that, she lifted her knee and struck him in the part where it hurt the most.
âArgh!â Henley winced in pain and unconsciously loosened his grip on her.
Raegan took her chance.
She pushed him away and stepped hard on his wounds.
Henleyâs handsome face turned pale, and his forehead beaded with cold sweat.
She had stepped right on his injuries.
At last, Raegan leaped away from him.
She had done it on purpose, and that was why she hit him on his injuries.
His wounds, still healing, burst open.
Blood gushed out, soaking his black trousers.
Raegan was not a pushover.
What Henley had done stirred hatred within her.
She looked directly at Henley, whose face was a mask hiding his true feelings.
With an icy voice, she warned, âTry anything like that again, and Iâll make sure you end up behind bars.
â
As soon as she said these words, she opened the door and was about to leave.
Just then, the secretary and two bodyguards blocked her way.
The secretary glanced at Henley and asked, âMr.
Brooks, shall we let her leave?â
Raeganâs expression shifted.
She hadnât anticipated that Henley had placed bodyguards at the door.
To think, he was actually considering detaining her.
Using the sofa for support, Henley slowly stood up.
As he wiped the sweat from his brow, his hand smeared blood across his face, adding a dangerous charm to his appearance.
He put on his glasses, regaining his gentle demeanor, and slowly said, âRaegan, I wonât force you.
Iâll give you until tomorrow to think about it.
But Iâm afraid Nicole might not make it until then.
â
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Raeganâs complexion turned ghostly.
Once Raegan left, the secretary came in with a medicine box to tend to Henleyâs wound.
She carefully cut open the blood-soaked suit pants.
As she cleaned the wound with an alcohol swab, her touch was gentle and her eyes were filled with desire.
She had thought Henley had no interest in women.
But now, seeing otherwise, she wondered if she might have a chance.
With this thought, she became even more attentive in her actions, subtly brushing her chest against his thigh.
Henley was inexperienced in intimacy, but he wasnât naive.
He raised her chin with his fingers and asked with a tantalizing gaze, âDo you want to sleep with me?â
The secretary looked up at Henleyâs exquisite face.
The streak of blood on his cheekbone even enhanced his fierce allure.
With a flushed face, she murmured, âMr.
Brooks, I can attend to your needs.
â
Henley remained quiet, a faint smile dancing on his lips.
His long, cold fingers traced her jawline, and his knuckles grazed her slender neck.