Chapter 134: Don't Push Me to Hate

Giselle walked to the window, only to recall that Henry had sealed all the exits long ago to prevent her escape; the air in the room was entirely recycled. In that moment, she could do nothing but stand there, trapped and powerless. Soon, the sound of running water ceased, and Henry stepped out from the bathroom, draped only in a bath towel. His abdominal muscles clearly defined, water droplets followed the contours of his body, trailing down his chest. “Not trying to run anymore?” His smile softened the rugged edges of his face, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Despite herself, Giselle had to admit, he was devastatingly handsome—his presence seemed to weave a spell, effortlessly drawing people in. She averted her gaze, unwilling to meet his eyes. With long strides, Henry closed the distance and pulled her into his embrace, his tone a mix of frustration and weariness, “Do you have any idea how insane I was, searching the sea for you?” “Wouldn’t it be easier if you just though