Chapter 86: Plausible Enough

Giselle’s actions were a symphony of elegance and precision, her slender, graceful fingers a perfect complement to the stark white porcelain of the dinnerware. Henry’s gaze swept over her, his eyes darkening with thoughts that grew louder by the moment. Without a moment's hesitation, Henry strode forward, enveloping Giselle in his arms from behind, burying his face in the crook of her neck to breathe in her scent. His arms, strong and unyielding, wrapped around her like chains, holding her captive within their embrace. The warm breath against her skin made Giselle itch and tingle, causing her to instinctively shrink back. Henry nuzzled her a bit more, the heat radiating from his body. He whispered huskily into her ear, “Darling, I’m not hungry anymore.” Having spent so much time by his side, Giselle knew all too well what he implied. She struggled lightly, “Let me go first. I’m starving. I need to eat.” But Henry remained unmoved, only holding her tighter, as if he wished he co