Chapter 32
Victoria clenched her fists, barely stopping herself from pushing Henry's hand away.
His thumb brushed gently over her lips, then suddenly pressed down, rubbing them firmly.
Victoria's eyelashes fluttered slightly. After he withdrew his hand, she said, "Henry, I apologize on her behalf. I'm sorry."
Henry's gaze dropped to the lipstick stain on his thumb. A shadow flashed in his eyes as he spoke calmly, "You think one apology will erase two hundred million dollars? Who do you think I am? A charitarian?"
Victoria asked, "Then tell me, what do you want us to do?"
Henry pulled out a tissue and wiped off the lipstick stain. His movements were casual, but his eyes never left her.
The room fell eerily silent. The lights in the corner flickered in all kinds of colors, and Victoria felt her anxiety grow.
He remained silent. The tension in the air made her feel as if she were being grilled over an open flame, uncomfortable and helpless.
"Victoria, have you really lost your memory?"
Just when the atmosphere seemed ready to freeze, Henry's deep, magnetic voice broke the silence.
Victoria's eyelashes fluttered. She raised her head to meet his gaze, her locking with his deep, seductive ones. "Why would I pretend to have lost my memory?"
She didn't answer directly but threw the question back at him. She knew if she tried to prove herself, she would only fall into his trap, and it would be better to shift the problem back to him.
For a moment, a swirl of emotions stirred inside her. She thought, "Could he offer an explanation? If he could, it meant he knew what her life had been like over the past five years, and he simply didn't care. If he couldn't... that means, to him, she is nothing."
Henry stared into her clear eyes, which held a strange calmness. A sudden wave of inexplicable frustration surged inside him.
He thought, "That's right. Why would she pretend to have lost her memory?
She is the daughter of the Hardwick family and the wife of the CEO of Harrison Group.
She has an enviable and prestigious status.
I am never one to fool around, and our son was well-behaved and outstanding.
What reason could she possibly have? So, she really has lost her memory. "
Familiar frustration rose within Henry's chest again, and a coldness flickered in his eyes.
"You'll accompany me to attend the charity gala tomorrow night. If you behave well, I won't press charges for this." Henry turned away, his voice cold.
Victoria sighed in relief. "How should I behave to do well?"
Henry stood up, looking down at her. Her small face appeared sweet and pure. She didn't have any makeup today, and her eyes were even clearer. She wore a V-neck shirt and tight jeans that perfectly outlined her curves. From his angle, he could see the soft curve of her chest clearly.
His gaze darkened, and he suddenly leaned down, pressing her onto the sofa. He grabbed her chin and kissed her.
"Mm!"
Victoria was caught off guard, shocked by his sudden move. She didn't react quickly enough and was kissed by him.
The lipstick on her lips was completely gone. Her chest rose and fell nervously. His fingers briefly pressed on her chest and soon let her go.
She felt a rush of anger and embarrassment, her face turning red as she pushed him away.
"What are you doing?"
"Isn't it obvious enough?" Henry gazed at her deeply, still feeling the softness of her chest.
Victoria was furious. They had been discussing things seriously, and yet he suddenly turned into a rogue. She didn't expect him to do that to her.
Seeing her flushed face, looking so stunningly angry, Henry spoke calmly, "You just said we're married. What's wrong with a kiss?"
Victoria instinctively retorted, "Was that just a kiss? You..."
"Huh?" Henry raised an eyebrow, a mischievous gleam flickering in his eyes. "What else did I do?"
Victoria fell silent, her face growing red.