Chapter 222 The Words He Wanted
Third Person POV
What exactly did Henry mean to her?
Aubrey’s expression turned faintly lost.
If she had to put it into words, perhaps he meant <i>safety</i>.
In her previous life, nearly everyone she had met had left her with scars too deep to erase. The ruined hand, the shed face, the three years of torment in the virus research institute–all of it had carved into her a shadow that never faded.
But Henry was different. He hadn’t liked her. He had always pushed her away, kept his distance. Though she had been implicated by him, he had never truly harmed her.
Yes–harm.
The humiliation she suffered when she chased after him and he mocked her–those wounds had been her own fault, born of refusing to see reality. Henry had been honest from the very beginning: he didn’t like her. He had never once lied.
That was why he was safe. And also why he was special–because in herst life, she had loved him for so long.
“Still can’t figure it out?”
Henry suddenly bent closer, his face only half a fist away from hers. Their breaths tangled together, quickening.
Aubrey was still deep in thought, and his impatience surged. The reason he had asked wasn’t for hesitation–he wanted to hear her say she loved him. That was the only answer he craved.
Just imagining her whispering those three words made his heart pound, his
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face burn. Even the thought left him nervous and restless.
His gaze burned into hers, unyielding, demanding.
He knew well that chasing love while he couldn’t even guarantee his own life was irresponsible. But he couldn’t stop himself–his hunger for her answer was suffocating, like a fish gasping for water.
Taking a sharp breath, his hand brushed her check, hot and trembling, his eyes brimming with emotion.
“You’re willing to reveal your medical skills for me, willing to risk Sineville for me, willing to throw away your reputation… Aubrey, how can you not see it?”
<i>You </i><i>do </i><i>love </i><i>me</i>–why <i>won’t </i><i>you </i><i>admit </i>it?
The thought was both sweet and bitter in his chest.
Aubrey sighed helplessly. Seeing the raw hope in his eyes, she finally said, “Yes, yes, you’re… someone very important to me. Is that good enough?”
It wasn’t a lie. Without Henry’s power as a shield, she would still be trapped in her struggle with the merchants and the Baileys, instead of standing victorious with her enemies crushed beneath her so quickly.
Important.
But for Henry, that wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.
He opened his mouth, then shut it. Opened it again, then pressed his lips together hard.
Finally he yanked at his tie, loosening it with a rough jerk, and blurted out in frustration:
“Can’t you just say it? Just one sentence–‘I love you‘!”
His hand caught her chin, forcing her to look at him.
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“I don’t like going in circles. Your actions have already said everything. Why can’t your mouth be sweet about it? Hm?”
Aubrey blinked, exasperated. “Are you sick and feverish or something<b>?</b>”
His face was taut, his eyes full of unsaid words–yet none of it mattered. before someone who simply didn’t pick up on hints.
How had he ended up liking an omega this oblivious to romance<i>? </i>
When she saw his face flushing with anger, she suddenlyughed.
“Sweet, right? Fine, fine, I’ll be sweeter in the future. Now go to sleep.”
Her dazzling smile paired with those dismissive words only made him more dissatisfied.
One hand mmed against the bed beside her, his body leaning down until she was pinned beneath him, his move swift and absolute.
“Is it really so hard to just say you love me?”
“You’re acting strange tonight. Don’t forget what our rtionship is supposed to be right now. Talking about this ispletely inappropriate between us…” Aubrey shook her head, trying to slip out from under his
arm.
But Henry stepped closer, pressing her down, holding her still.
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