Chapter 21: I Don’t Want Your Money

Gently, he eased Giselle out of her high heels and positioned her on the bed in a seductive, reclining pose before standing to tower over her. The curtains were left open, and the moonlight spilled in, casting her pale skin in a silvery glow that made her look like a piece of art displayed in a glass cabinet. “You look beautiful,” he said, his voice calm and devoid of desire, as if he were admiring her through glass. Yet, as Giselle glanced aside, an unmistakable bulge audaciously announced its presence, loudly proclaiming itself. Henry leaned in, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "No wonder he's been eyeing you. Have you two slept together?" The jealousy that had brewed half a month ago only surfaced now, sour enough to sting. Henry knew the situation well but continued to probe her repeatedly, intending to demean the relationship she had with Chase. She chose to remain silent. What Giselle didn’t realize was that her avoidance only deepened Henry’s paranoia.