Chapter 124
Barrett appeared puzzled. "But you always call her name. You miss her, right?"
"I miss her?" Henry's eyes narrowed, and he sneered disdainfully. "You're reading too much into it. She means nothing to me."
Barrett scratched his head, perplexed. "So why did you murmur her name then?"
Henry glared at him, silencing him instantly.
However, Barrett couldn't help but think, "Does Henry have feelings for Victoria but just doesn't realize it?"
But since Henry wouldn't admit it, there was nothing Barrett could do.
About half an hour later, the door swung open.
Barrett turned and instinctively said, "Victoria, you're here..."
But he froze when he clearly saw who stood at the door. "Why are you here?"
Sarah stood before them, dressed in a white dress, her long hair neatly braided to the side, exuding a soft and gentle vibe. She smiled sweetly. "Am I not welcome?"
Barrell said in embarrassment, "No, of course not. Come in."
Sarah brushed past him, sitting down next to Henry, and gently asked, "Henry, why are you drinking so much? You'll end up with a headache again. Please stop."
Henry reclined against the sofa, legs sprawled out, appearing casual.
"Stay away from me," he murmured, eyes still closed.
Sarah paused, a hint of hurt in her tone. "Henry, I was discharged today. Didn't you promise we'd have dinner together?"
Henry frowned, impatience creeping into his demeanor.
At that moment, Barrett piped up, "Victoria, you finally made it!"
He approached the door, grabbed Victoria's arm, and nudged her towards Henry. "You need to get him to stop drinking. It's bad for his health."
Victoria had only just entered and was still grasping the situation. When she noticed Sarah sitting next to Henry, her brow furrowed slightly. "You shouldn't have asked me to come. If I disturb his fun, will you take responsibility?"
With Sarah beside him, Victoria didn't think Henry needed her presence.
Barrett was at a loss. "Victoria, I honestly don't know why she's here."
Victoria stood up, preparing to leave. But in the next moment, a warm hand grasped her wrist, pulling her back.
"You think you can just come and go as you please? What do you think this is?" Henry's voice was laced with irritation, and the strong smell of alcohol wafted toward Victoria as he leaned closer. His eyes, usually warm, were now icy.
Victoria blinked innocently. "I didn't mean to come."
"Shut up!" Henry snapped. Every word she spoke seemed to rub him the wrong way. He wished she could just be the way she used to be.
But then the realization hit him–she had lost her memory. Or rather, she was pretending to have amnesia.
A smirk crept onto Henry's lips as he released her wrist. Instead, he pinched her chin, studying her delicate face. She had changed so much and had deceived him.
Victoria sensed danger. She pushed his hand away, a frown creasing her forehead as she asked, "What are you doing?"
Henry replied coldly, "Since you are here, just stick around for a while."
He shot a glance at Barrett, who quickly understood and asked their friends over to join in on a game.
The sofa in the private room was semi–circular, perfect for everyone to gather around.
Victoria frowned again. "I don't want to play games. It's late, and I just want to go home and rest."
"You have to play," Henry said, his tone calm but with an underlying threat. "You play the game, and I'll let you go. If not, you're not leaving this room tonight."
Victoria bit her tongue to keep from snapping back.
The game they were playing involved drawing cards, where players who picked the same suit had to complete a Truth or Dare challenge.
Barrett was the dealer, flipping over the cards one by one. In the first round, Henry and Sarah both drew the same suits.
Barrett looked at Victoria and asked, "Henry, Truth or Dare? And Sarah, what's your choice?"
Sarah turned to Henry and smiled, "Dare."
Henry discarded his card, replying, "Same as her."
The crowd erupted into cheers. Many knew about Henry's feelings for Sarah, barely taking Victoria seriously.
Someone even suggested they kiss.
Barrett shot a glare at the man, then brandished another card. "Then draw one."
The game had a complete set of props; both Truth and Dare had their own cards. Players had to follow whatever they drew.
Sarah reached out and drew a card. The girl beside her read it aloud, "Maintain eye contact with a male present for 10 seconds!"
Sarah immediately locked eyes with Henry, her expression. expectant.
But the next moment, Henry drew a card, flipped it over, and tossed it onto the table.
Barrett announced, "Exchange items with the last person to join the game."
"Who joined last?" someone asked.
"Come on! It's a blessing to exchange things with Henry!"
Victoria just felt unlucky.
The next moment, a bony hand reached out, removing the diamond earrings from her ears and tossing them into his trouser pocket. He then took off his watch and tossed it into Victoria's arms.
The watch still radiated Henry's body warmth. The
million–dollar Patek Philippe glinted under the light, opulent yet understated.
Victoria was left touching her ear, displeased by his sudden action.
Barrett said, "Sarah, it's your turn!"
Noticing Henry's move, Sarah bit her lip and said, "Henry, please help me."
Henry replied, "I've done with my task". That was a clear rejection.
Everyone exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of intrigue and complexity.
The standoff couldn't drag on; otherwise, all focus would shift to Sarah, only adding to her embarrassment.
Reluctantly, Sarah settled for a random guy, locking eyes with him for the required 10 seconds.
The next round began.
This time, Victoria and Sarah drew the same suits.
Victoria declared, "Truth."
Sarah echoed, "Truth."
Barrett raised an eyebrow, pulling out the cards and laying them before the two.
Sarah drew first and read aloud, "Is there anyone here you love deeply and who loves you back?"
She smiled at Henry, her eyes full of affection. "Yes."
"Wow! How straightforward!" someone exclaimed.
"I heard Ms. Miller left Lanceser to study dancing so she could be a great dancer and be worthy of Henry."
"If it weren't for someone's interference, Ms. Miller would have definitely married Henry."
"Shh!"
Whispers buzzed among the group as they looked at Sarah with a mix of regret, then turned their gaze to Victoria with barely concealed disdain.
That incident had been the talk of the town, and Victoria had been the focus of many gossip sessions.
However, after getting married, Victoria devoted herself to Henry and later had a child, so she didn't pay any attention to those rumors.
It was only after five years that she realized how tarnished her reputation had become.
Victoria curled her fingers and flipped over her card.
Barrett read it aloud, "Is there anyone here you deeply love and who deeply loves you?"
What a coincidence. The question mirrored Sarah's.
Victoria replied calmly, "No."
At her response, the disdainful looks intensified.
"See? What you gain through underhanded means will never truly be yours."
"Mr. Harrison doesn't even love her. How can she still keep him? So shameless!"
"This is karma."
Henry's gaze suddenly fell on Victoria. She looked down, her expression calm, seemingly unfazed by their discussion.
But Henry's expression darkened inexplicably.
He thought, "No? She doesn't love me? She denied it so straightforwardly. Is she trying to distance. herself from me? Not a chance."
"Get out," Henry said coldly. The murmurs around the room died instantly as everyone felt the weight of his icy glare.
Barrett quickly added, "Get out! You gossipers!"
The group, frightened, hurriedly left, not daring to linger. Once they were gone, the room quieted down.
Barrett grinned. "Alright, let's continue the game!"
Victoria leaned back against the sofa, thinking, how boring this game was. She couldn't fathom why Henry had insisted she stay.
Several more rounds went by, with some choosing Dare, doing push–ups with partners on their backs, while others boldly kissed.
The game seemed to be on a high note.
Once again, Henry and Sarah drew the same suit.
Sarah smiled, "Henry, could this be fate?"
Henry replied coolly, "There are only so few people; it's normal to draw the same suit."
He lit a cigarette and declared, "Dare."
Sarah nodded. "Same here."
The cards were placed in front of both, and Henry casually picked one. He opened it, revealing that he was to feed wine to the person on his left.
At that moment, the girl next to Sarah exclaimed, "Oh my gosh! Sarah, you were right. This is fate!"
Sarah's card instructed her to feed a glass of wine to the person on her right–who was Henry.
Their task was to feed each other wine.
Sarah's cheeks flushed instantly.
Henry held the cigarette between his lips, the thin smoke swirling around his handsome, chiseled face. Through the haze, he glanced at Victoria.
She was engrossed in her phone. "Still pretending," Henry thought, smirking inwardly.
He promptly picked up the wine glass.
Sarah, blushing, shyly leaned in closer with excitement. The two drew nearer, preparing to feed each other wine.