Chapter 125
Cheers erupted all around them; the atmosphere was electric, and seeing the pair so intimate sent everyone into a frenzy.
Victoria cast a glance subconsciously. As she took in the scene, her brow lifted slightly, and a spark of interest lit up her face. She even joined in the cheers along with the others.
But when she did, a hush fell over the crowd. Everyone was taken aback by her enthusiasm.
Victoria blinked in confusion. "Why did everyone stop? Keep going!"
Barrett discreetly wiped the sweat from his brow, filled with admiration for Victoria.
As Henry's wife, she was actually encouraging him to feed another woman wine?
Sarah was also surprised. She quickly glanced at Henry, whose expression had noticeably darkened. Feeling anxious, she hurriedly said, "Henry, we're just playing a game. Don't take it serious, okay?"
Her voice was steady, and she believed that Henry wouldn't embarrass her in front of everyone.
She leaned in closer, but in the next instant, Henry pulled his hand back and set his wine glass down on the coffee table. In the suddenly silent room, the sound echoed sharply.
Sarah panicked. "Henry..."
Ignoring her, Henry abruptly stood up, grabbed Victoria's wrist, and strode out of the room.
"Henry!" Sarah shot up, intent on following him, but Barrett stopped her. "Sarah, can't you see Henry is angry? Just let him be. No need to rush."
Sarah bit her lip, seething with frustration. She turned to Barrett and demanded, "Since you asked me to come, why did you also call Victoria?"
Barrett waved his hands defensively. "I didn't call you!"
Her expression darkened even further. "Barrett, so you're siding with her now? Have you forgotten that Henry and I almost got married?"
Barrett rubbed his nose with a playful smirk. "Sarah, you said that was in the past. It's all gone, isn't it?"
Fuming, Sarah stormed off in a huff.
Barrett cleared his throat and surveyed the group. "Who called her?"
One person replied, "Henry was so drunk. We thought it best to get someone to take care of him. Doesn't he have feelings for Ms. Miller?"
Barrett walked over and playfully smacked the guy on the back of the head. "Who are you to meddle with Henry's affairs? Next time something like this happens, I won't let it slide. Get lost!"
The man left in frustration, never expecting that his good intentions would backfire.
Barrett glanced around the room, his tone indifferent. "I brought you all here to have fun. Keep your noses out of matters that don't concern you. If you upset Henry, you'll be in trouble."
"Yes," everyone responded, eager to diffuse the tension. They quickly shifted to other games, and without Henry around, the mood lightened considerably.
"Let me go!" Victoria exclaimed, wrenching her hand free from Henry's grip. Frowning, she looked at him warily. "What's wrong with you?"
The stairwell was dimly lit, and the lively club atmosphere felt worlds away. Henry turned to face her, his eyes icy.
"Victoria , are you still pretending?" he scoffed.
"What are you talking about? I don't understand," Victoria said, rubbing her wrist and looking at him with a puzzled expression.
He was acting strange today like he had been touched on at sensitive spot. She thought carefully, and she hadn't done. anything to provoke him recently.
To her surprise, before she could finish speaking, Henry scoffed coldly. He walked up to her and fixed his gaze on her. "Are you addicted to playing the amnesia game?"
That made Victoria's heart suddenly tighten! She thought, "Had he figured it out? When did he find out? I haven't shown any signs! Stay calm! I can't admit it! He hasn't provided any evidence, so I absolutely can't admit it!"
Victoria frowned and looked at him. "I've already explained this to you more than once. If you think I'm faking it, then go ahead and think whatever you want."
Her eyes were cicar and cold, not a flicker of emotion in them. Even when she saw him drinking with Sarah, she remained unmoved, even mocking them.
After hearing the conversation among the Hardwick family, Henry had been thinking that if she was faking it, what could her motive be?
Was it, like Camille had said, just to compete for his attention? To win back his heart?
But when he saw her calm eyes, his suspicion was immediately dismissed. If she were trying to win back his heart, she should be doing something about it, not just pretending to have amnesia.
But if he thought of it another way, if she was faking it, and she was so cold, then it was very likely that she didn't love him anymore.
The thought crossed his mind, but he immediately dismissed it.
Impossible.
Her gentle and obedient nature over the past five years had never been fake. It was real.
So, was she really faking it?
Now, seeing her return to her calm state, with no sign of lingering attachment or affection on her face, not even any hatred, he feen more confused and restless.
The air in the stairwell was stifling. Even though his collar was open, he still felt as if he couldn't breathe.
Upon seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Victoria's heart remained heavy with anxiety. She kept wondering what had made him suspicious.
Perhaps she should find time to pretend to regain her memory. When that time came, maybe everything would be easier to handle. She found herself in a dilemma.
Suddenly, her chin was lifted, and her face showed a startled expression. She immediately became alert.