Chapter 74

When we got in the house, Henry ordered Edith to make him hangover tea, so I also asked for a mug. Edith respectfully replied, “Yes, ma’am.” Henry tore off his tie and threw it on the sofa. Then he leaned his head against the back of the sofa and closed his eyes. I stared at his jaw for a while, then my gaze slid down to his Adam’s apple and his neck. His skin was very fair against his black shirt collar, and I could faintly see a hickey on the side of his neck. Was it left by Laurel? No, that was impossible. If Laurel left a hickey on Henry, it only meant that she had accepted him. Henry would be ecstatic, and he wouldn’t have come home. I concluded that another woman must have given him that hickey. Anyway, this was not the first time I saw a hickey on Henry. Although Henry mostly did this for show and didn’t really sleep with these women, I still felt uncomfortable. But I didn’t feel that uncomfortable anymore. Instead, I worried about whether Laurel could accept this kind of