Chapter 168
How could Monique forget about yesterday? The bruises on her body had yet to heal. Luckily, the fall weather allowed for long sleeves, which shielded the purple and black patches on her skin.
The mention of yesterday irked her. “You… You…”
‘Bastard, savage, pervert.’
The string of curses went on and on in her mind, but she dared not speak them out loud.
The image of Monique gritting her teeth in anger pleased Henry Moore to no end. This call had brightened his day significantly.
Amusement danced across his features as he asked lazily, “What did you want?”
Monique tempered her rage and said, “I wasn’t the one who called.”
In another way, she was saying she would never contact him.
Henry’s dark eyes narrowed. She was one stubborn woman.
“You sure?”
Monique could sense the threat in his voice. She explained, “Angel wanted me to call you.”
“You still dialed my number,” Henry stated matter-of-factly, the haughtiness in his tone unmistakable.
Monique rolled her eyes in exasperati
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