My Waste Husband

Chapter 322

A sense of irrationalness filled Henry's heart, and a pair of big hands stretched out toward the tender girl.

Just as he was about to touch the secret place, Henry's movement suddenly stopped, and his slightly red eyes regained clarity.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no." Looking at the delicate girl in front of him, Henry shook his head hard. He quickly got up, rushed into the bathroom, and woke himself up with only a little water in the water pipe.

Henry raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror. "What's wrong? Why can't I stand any temptation?"

Taking a deep breath and walking out of the bathroom, Henry saw that Amity had put on her clothes again and sat on the sofa with unnatural eyes.

Both of them were too impulsive at that moment.

Seeing Henry coming out, Amity said in a stuttering tone, "Brother Zhang, let's... let's go."

The two of them didn't mention anything about what had just happened, but the atmosphere between them was obviously much more awkward. On the way back to the hospital, they didn't even talk much.

Henry took Amity to the downstairs of the hospital.

"Brother Zhang, you can go back. I can go up by myself." Standing in front of the hospital gate, Amity waved to Henry.

"Okay." Henry nodded and did not insist. After seeing Amity enter the hospital, he turned and left.

Amity walked into the hospital gate. More than ten seconds later, she reappeared at the hospital entrance. Looking at Henry's back, she slightly opened her mouth and did not make a sound, but through her mouth shape, one could understand the words she was saying- "thank you".

When Henry returned home, he saw Sylvia sitting on the sofa as soon as he entered the door. For some reason, Henry felt that the room was filled with a strange atmosphere.

Hearing the sound of the door, Sylvia, who was sitting on the sofa, said without looking back, "Why is your phone turned off?"

"It's out of power." Henry took out his mobile phone from his pocket and gave a wry smile. Amity paid for the meal they just had.

"No power?" Sylvia sneered. Obviously, she did not believe Henry. She asked again, "What did you do after you left the job fair?"

Henry replied, "Went to the hospital."

Sylvia asked, "Why did you go to the hospital?"

"Just went to see a friend." Henry shook his head. He thought that it was better not to tell Sylvia about Amity father. This woman was cold on the outside but warm on the inside. He knew that, but in her heart, she was only worried about him.

Hearing Henry's answer, Sylvia's heart was full of disappointment.

She turned around and looked at Henry. On this man, Sylvia saw unprecedented complexity. What he had done before and what he had shown was all fake. If he said that he was good to me, it would be a lie!

Henry was stared at by Sylvia. At this moment, a panic filled Henry's heart. He had a bad feeling. "Honey, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine." Sylvia shook her head and showed a self-deprecating smile. "I'm going to rest."

Sylvia put on her slippers and didn't look at Henry anymore. Then she got up and went upstairs.

Henry looked at Sylvia's back. At this moment, he felt that there seemed to be something important, but he couldn't catch it.

Sylvia went back to her bedroom. She opened the curtain and looked at the dark sky outside the window. A drop of crystal tears slipped down her face. She thought she had found someone she could rely on, but found that everything was just a bubble illusion, and now everything turned into nothingness.

Sylvia took out her phone and dialled Cathy's number. "Get me a divorce contract and send it to me tomorrow morning. By the way, book me a flight to Du Hai."

Hanging up the phone, Sylvia threw it away and lay on the bed as if she had lost all her strength.

At the same time, Henry also lay on his bed in his room, turned on his cell phone, and countless text messages and missed calls flooded in. All of them were from Sylvia, and the latest missed message.

"Honey, where are you? In order to reward you, how about I treat you to a big meal today?"

Henry looked at the message and felt a burst of self-reproach in his heart. The scene happened in the house of Amity today emerged in his mind. Could the matter between him and Amity be explained?

Although he was sober at the critical moment, he still felt sorry for Sylvia in any way. There was no external factor, and he could not control it.

Shaking his head and putting aside those useless thoughts, he called Homer and told him what had happened to Amity, and Homer immediately agreed to help.

"This girl has a strong sense of self-esteem. Don't give her too much help. If it's not necessary, let her work hard herself." Henry said to Homer.

Lying on the bed, Henry looked up at the ceiling and couldn't help sighing with emotion.

A few minutes later, the phone that Henry had just hung up rang, and the caller was President Ma.

Henry picked up the phone and asked, "President Ma, what's wrong?"

"Henry, your friend secretly left with her father..."

"Left? Wait for me. I'll be right there."

When Henry heard the news, he jumped out of bed and ran directly to the hospital.

Ten minutes later, Henry stood in the monitoring room of the hospital. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

On the monitor, Henry clearly saw that the young body of Amity carried her father who was unconscious and got into a taxi. The suitcase Amity packed earlier today was still in the ward.

Henry came to the ward. Under the pillow of the hospital bed, Henry saw a piece of paper with delicate handwriting on it. It was left by Amity.

"Brother Zhang, I know a little about my father's situation. I've heard what you said while chatting with President Ma. Thank you for your kind lie and your care. During this period of time, I've

bothered you too much and also asked you for too much. I'm very happy to meet you. You're the only person I will miss after leaving this city. I wish you happiness, my Brother Zhang."

Henry pinched the note in his hand. There were still a few dried tears on the top of the note. Henry could even think of the scene. She was wiping her tears and writing the note at the same time.

He still remembered the first time he saw Amity. He was the captain of the security team and she was at the front desk. When she was slightly teased, the girl's face turned red and she didn't even dare to raise her head.

Such a scene seemed to belong to a different world.

Henry carefully folded the note in his hand and put it in his pocket.

"President Ma, please finish the discharge procedure. She won't come back."

On a taxi that had left Yinzhou, Amity cleaned her cell phone card and registered a new social account. She looked at her father, who was lying in a coma, and tears kept falling from her face.

The wallpaper on her phone was a photo of her together with Henry.