Chapter 241

No normal man could get angry looking at such an impeccable face. Henry reminded her, “Have you thought carefully? Weston hates when people try to control him. Have you considered the consequences?” Guinevere did not say anything, but she looked frantic with worry. Henry understood and rubbed his brow. He promised with a smile, “I won’t let him know you did it.” “I didn’t mean that,” Guinevere interrupted him quickly. “I just—” “You don’t have to explain.” Henry was as gentle as ever and complied with all her requests. “I will help you.” ... After Guinevere left, Henry slowly pushed his wheelchair onto the balcony. The sun shone in, making his skin as pale as a vampire’s. He had not heard from her in a long time. He could not find her no matter how he searched for her. She was determined to leave him. He wore a small smile. Under the sun, his delicate features turned a little devilish. Even women would be jealous of his face. Guinevere could only be considered equal to hi