Chapter 22: His Savage Ways

It wasn’t until Giselle couldn’t take it anymore, tears of exhaustion spilling from the corners of her eyes as she repeatedly answered him, “No...” until he was finally satisfied. Henry was unrestrained, as if trying to make up for the half-month of nights they had missed. It was past four in the morning when silence finally settled over the villa. Giselle’s throat was dry and hoarse, and she felt like a dying fish as she clung to Henry for support while they went to wash up. Fortunately, the next day was a weekend, and Giselle could rest. At seven in the morning, Henry, true to his routine, got up without fail. Although he moved quietly, Giselle, a light sleeper, was still woken by him. Blearily, she watched his half-naked body, his muscles tight from regular workouts but not overly exaggerated, fitting perfectly to his skin. His arms bore occasional scars, less visible on his darker skin. Despite her dislike for Henry, in that moment, she couldn’t help but admit that he was