Chapter 43: Sobering Up

Standing fifteen feet apart, Giselle unexpectedly met Henry's gaze as she glanced upward. His look was deep, indifferent, and cryptic. Her sapphire blue silk dress sparkled under the sunset's glow, mirroring the texture of the ocean waves. Giselle, teetering on her delicate high heels, swayed elegantly towards Henry and brushed against his shoulder, asking tenderly, “Is it over?” Henry’s Adam’s apple twitched visibly, his breath hot and seething, his eyelashes fluttering slightly in a show of restraint. He remained silent, merely nodding with pursed lips, calmly observing her as he anticipated her next move. “What’s next for you?” she asked softly. As she spoke, the allure of Giselle's thin lips, parting lightly and shimmering faintly in the reflections of the sea and twilight, was palpable, stirring a deep desire. “Not busy,” Henry responded, his eyes brimming with longing, his voice thick and husky. “Oh…” Giselle tilted her head, feigning thought for a moment before suddenly