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Chapter 388:

After a chilling laugh, he looked down at Khloe. “Now that you know the story, are you scared?” he asked, his hand brushing the back of Khloe’s neck with an air of control and scrutiny.

But all she noticed was the faint furrow in Henrik’s brows. With a gentle motion, she raised her hand to smooth them out, her expression calm and fearless. “Did you realize, in that moment, that you no longer had a home? Is that why you left the Watson family and created your own force?” Her words caused Henrik’s usually icy expression to stiffen.

He hadn’t expected her to ask such a question after hearing about his dark, bloody past.

Henrik stared at her, his eyes filled with raw emotion, his lips twitching slightly as if he wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words.

After a long silence, he finally spoke in a rough voice. “Yes, from that point, the place was just a house full of strangers, tied to me by blood. What I truly wanted was a place of my own, where I couldn’t be hurt anymore.”

As he finished, his hand slipped from Khloe’s neck and hung at his side, clenched into a fist, as if he were holding back a swirl of complicated emotions deep inside.

Khloe carefully uncurled Henrik’s clenched fist, sliding her fingers into his. “What about this place? Could this be your home?”

Henrik stared at their joined hands, and for the first time, the cold, dark barrier around his heart began to fracture, a sliver of light breaking through.

“Yes, that’s why I only brought you here.” Without hesitation, he pulled Khloe into his arms, a surge of unrestrained desire and possessiveness flooding over him.

He then pressed his lips against her forehead, his kiss burning with intensity before capturing her lips, kissing her deeply.

Khloe was momentarily stunned by the unexpected kiss, her eyes going wide, but quickly, she found herself lost in the overwhelming passion. The warmth of Henrik’s lips sent a jolt through her, a heat that carried a mixture of pain, longing, and a love so intense it felt like it might consume her.

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With a slow breath, she closed her eyes and melted into the kiss, wrapping her arms around Henrik’s neck.

Henrik kissed her with a raw intensity, as though he was desperate to fuse their souls into one. His hands stroked Khloe’s back. She was like his sole salvation in a world that had been nothing but darkness.

The kiss stretched on, neither of them willing to pull away until both were breathless.

When they finally broke apart, Henrik rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the quiet.

“Khloe, you’ll regret this. You’ve made a deal with a devil like me.”

Khloe’s voice was calm and gentle as she responded, “I’ve already been to hell. Why should I be afraid of a devil like you?”noveldrama

In that moment, the air between Henrik and Khloe changed, moving from a dreamy romance to a soothing, intimate warmth. The steam from the hot spring surrounded them, adding an extra layer of intimacy to their bond.

Elsewhere in the city, Harold was seething with fury over Eric’s humiliating act of kneeling at the National Biopharmaceutical Competition earlier that day.

His face turned red with rage as he stormed back and forth in the lavish living room, his steps loud and filled with suppressed fury. The servants, nervous and tense, dared not make a sound, fearing his wrath.

“Kneel!” Harold barked, pointing a shaking finger at Eric. His voice was a thunderclap, echoing through the vast hall.

Eric gritted his teeth and dropped to his knees, the harsh sound of his knees hitting the cold marble floor echoing in the silence. For a brief moment, defiance flickered in his eyes, but it was quickly drowned by the looming fear of his father’s fury.

“Do you understand that your actions today have turned the Watson family into a joke in the entire upper class? The National Biopharmaceutical Competition was a major event, and yet you offended Henrik over a woman.” Harold’s chest heaved with anger as his finger shook while pointing at Eric.

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