Chapter 77: Struck a Chord

Under the dim lights, Henry had an aura that was both decadent and ascetic. He caught sight of Giselle, his gaze locking onto her as he rubbed his eyes, as though he couldn't believe she was there. It wasn't until Giselle approached him directly that cracks began to show on his normally impeccable facade. Mark Hughes stood up quickly, positioning himself next to Giselle with a warm greeting, “Look who's here, Ms. Jefferson!” Giselle wasn’t particularly fond of the nickname, but she had a relatively good impression of Mark and merely nodded slightly in response. Henry looked up at her and asked with uncertainty, “You came?” His voice was husky and rich, like a cello layered with gravel from too much drinking, and it carried an unexpected sexiness. Giselle gave him a helpless glance—it was obvious she was the one who had come. Clearly, he was drunk. Instead of interrogating the inebriated man, she turned to Mark, “Why is he so drunk?” Mark shrugged, spreading his hands, “Can’t h