RedNovelChapter 200 Chapter 200: She felt a strange ache in her chest. Sympathy. It startled her. Was she feeling sorry for Henrik? The unexpected wave of emotion left Khloe momentarily unsettled, catching her completely by surprise. Gathering her composure, she decided not to dig deeper into the matter. Instead, she focused on the practical and asked, "When I head over tomorrow, is there anything specific I need to know or prepare for?" "There's nothing to stress about. Just stay confident, hold your ground, and if someone dares to mess with you, don't hesitate to fight back. And if it gets too much, you know where to find me," Henrik drawled, his voice carrying the relaxed indifference of someone humoring a pampered child.
Khloe couldn't help but find the concept of a "pampered child" unexpectedly amusing and oddly unfamiliar. Having someone firmly stand in her corner, even for a short while, was undeniably reassuring.
"Relax, I'll make sure no one walks all over me!" Khloe replied with a cheerful resolve.
Henrik's fingers gave an almost imperceptible twitch, tempted to press the dimples on her cheeks, but he quickly reined in the impulse, letting his hands rest firmly on his knees.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Con, let's head back for dinner," Henrik suggested. They drove away from Zhecrora University and headed back to their home.
Over the week, Khloe remained at home, where Fiona made sure she ate plenty of nutritious meals to help her regain her strength.
Though Khloe joked inwardly that she might put on five pounds from all the food, Fiona's nurturing and affectionate demeanor made it impossible for her to decline the offerings.
After quickly finishing a bowl of healthy soup downstairs, Khloe made a hasty retreat upstairs, finding solace in Henrik's study.
Henrik was engrossed in a painting, clad in loose, flowing white loungewear that lent his sharp features an unexpectedly soft, almost serene aura.
Find exclusive chapters galWatching him like this, Khloe felt a playful urge bubbling up inside her. She couldn't resist poking a bit of fun.
"I have to admit, this outfit is perfect on you. You look like the picture of a caring husband..." Khloe drawled out her words.
Purpose, a playful sparkle dancing in her eyes, Khloe teased Henrik with a lighthearted remark.
Henrik's hand hovered mid-stroke, the brush still in his grip. He glanced up at Khloe with an expression that was a blend of exasperation and quiet fondness.
Ever since that day, she seemed to grow more daring and comfortable around him, much like a curious kitten exploring its surroundings—mischievous, testing boundaries, and seeking reactions.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIf anyone else had dared to say something like that, Henrik's response might have been far less forgiving. But coming from Khloe, there was no trace of irritation-only an indulgence he reserved solely for her, a privilege he willingly granted.
"Ccloser," he said, his voice deep and smooth, reverberating in the quiet study.
Khloe let out a soft giggle as she stepped closer, tilting her head to get a better view of Henrik's painting.
"You're really good at this. And me? I'm hopeless when it comes to art." She had always admired people who had the skill and patience for painting. It was a skill that fascinated her. Art, however, was simply not her forte.
"I'll show you how," Henrik offered as he put the brush aside. He guided her to stand before him Without Om himx hesitation, she leaned into his embrace, her smaller hand enveloped by his firm, steady grasp as he guided it toward the canvas.
His hand was warm and firm as it enveloped hers completely, offering a sense of steady reassurance. The ve faint smell of paint lingered in the air as his soft breath brushed past her ear, sparking a slight, involuntary flutter in her chest. mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1
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