Chapter 90: The Art of Wooing

Henry gestured for Giselle to come closer with a beckoning hand. To Giselle, his gesture seemed to ignite a certain desire within her. She stood resolute, saying, “I’m here to sign a contract, not to…” She hesitated to finish her sentence, embarrassed, but Henry understood immediately. With a knowing smirk, he rose silently and approached her swiftly in just two steps. “What do you think you’re here for?” He countered, slowly closing the distance between them. The proximity was suffocating; Giselle found herself retreating step by step until her back pressed against the cool ceramic door, and she reluctantly placed her hands against Henry's chest. As Henry seemed poised to overwhelm her, Giselle quickly clarified, “I’m not here for that sort of intimacy.” Henry paused his advance, his smile broadening. “Do you think you can resist?” He stood before her, a dominant presence, seemingly in control. Giselle faltered, her expression pained, as it was clear he was not accepting a r