Chapter 47 Uncle Henry, you're so bad

Oliver struggled to get up and grabbed the guy's collar. "What the hell do you mean? Spill it!"

The guy pried Oliver's hand off and tossed him onto the bed, lifting his chin. "This chick came to me yesterday, saying her fiancé wanted to hook up with another woman and asked me to teach him a lesson."

He picked up his suit jacket from the floor and dusted it off. "If you don't believe me, check the hotel lobby cameras. She did come to me. Looking at you now, I doubt you want another round with me, so I'm out."

With that, he walked away smoothly.

Oliver's eyes were bloodshot. He lunged at Clara, grabbing her neck fiercely. "You bitch, How dare you! You deserve to die! Is this your revenge?"

Clara was nearly suffocating, her face turning crimson. Her eyes were wide and bloodshot, with saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth.

Her nails dug into Oliver's arm, leaving bloody marks, but he didn't feel the pain.

Just as Clara's eyes rolled back, Oliver snapped out of it. He flung her onto the coffee table, shattering it instantly.

Clara's body was covered in cuts from the glass shards, bleeding profusely.

Seeing the bruises on her thigh, Oliver realized Clara had cheated on him.

His eyes filled with disdain, and his stomach churned. "Damn, you're so filthy!"

Clara squirmed and crawled up from the glass shards, gasping for air. "I'm filthy? What about you?" She wobbled in front of him and sneered, "Didn't expect you to get screwed by a guy!"

Oliver grabbed her neck again. "Say that one more time, and I'll kill you!"

"Kill me, and you'll pay for it!" Clara glared at him. "You want to break up with me? I'll make sure the whole world knows you got screwed by a guy!"

"Bitch! You set me up! I'll make your life a living hell!" Oliver snarled through gritted teeth.

Clara knew that no matter how she explained, it would be useless because she did go to the guy, and Oliver would see it if he checked the surveillance footage.

Now, Henry wouldn't let her go, so she had to bind herself to Oliver. After all, Henry might spare her for the sake of his nephew, Oliver.

Clara laughed, "You'll never get rid of me! I will marry you at the end of this month! Not just get engaged!"

The morning sunlight streamed through the bright floor-to-ceiling windows.

Alice turned over lazily and frowned slightly.

Suddenly remembering what happened last night, she opened her eyes.

Henry walked out of the bathroom with only a towel, his well-defined chest marked with several scratches, and his perfect abs disappearing into the towel.

Alice quickly closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

The mattress sank as Henry sat beside her. He reached out to pinch her cute nose.

Alice sighed inwardly at how playful Henry was.

Just as she reached her limit, she suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed Henry's fingers, gently biting them like a little leopard sharpening its teeth.

Feeling the wet sensation, Henry's eyes darkened, his voice hoarse. "Last night you were like a little kitten, now you're like a wildcat."

Alice let go and pulled the thin blanket over half her face, leaving only her moist eyes exposed.

Henry chuckled, hooking the blanket on her face with his finger. "Take it off."

Alice shook her head, her voice slightly hoarse. "No way."

"Serious?"

"Dead Serious."

Seeing a mischievous smile spread across his face, Alice felt a chill as Henry yanked the blanket away.

Her body was exposed to the air, and her face turned beet red. She quickly reached for the blanket to cover herself.

Henry flipped over, pinning her beneath him, looking down at her. "Feeling shy?"

Alice turned her head, definitely feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Why weren't you shy that day? You even took an aphrodisiac yourself."

Alice bit her lip. "Nothing really happened that day."

Henry's fingertips traced her face as he murmured, "You sounded so good last night."

Looking at Alice's rosy lips, his breathing got heavier again.

He leaned down to kiss her, but Alice dodged. "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

"I don't mind."

"I do." Alice raised her hand to block Henry's lips. "Uncle Henry, do you remember what you said last night?"

Henry's eyes gleamed with mischief. "I don't, what did I say?"

Alice gazed at him with a wounded expression and huffed, "Now with pants on, you deny it! Get off me!"

Henry suddenly chuckled softly, the sound as melodious as a cello's serenade, "I haven't put on my pants yet."

Alice whispered, "Pervert!"

Henry pecked her lips. "I'm a pervert only when I am with you."

"So, what are we now?"

"You know it."

Alice's eyes sparkled. "Girlfriend!"

"Mistress."

Alice's smile froze, feeling a bit sad, and she bit her lip.

Henry's mischievous laugh came. "Just kidding, girlfriend it is. I promised you, I'll take responsibility."

"Uncle Henry, you're so bad!" Alice said angrily, refusing to look at him out of spite, "I need to wash up."

Henry nodded but didn't move.

Alice glared at him, "I said..."

Before she finished her words, Henry lowered his head and kissed her, murmuring, "I want to exercise my boyfriend's rights."

Alice once again fell into Henry's dominance and strength.

An hour later, Henry carried Alice out of the bathroom and patiently dried her hair, being particularly considerate.

Alice sat on the bed wrapped in a blanket, watching Henry slowly put on his clothes.

She then looked at the torn dress on the floor, feeling a bit helpless. "Uncle Henry, can you get me some clothes?"

Henry leaned down, his arms on either side of her. "I think you look great wearing nothing."

Alice found Henry's cheeky remarks surprising. "You used to be quite the gentleman."

"Ever heard of a wolf in sheep's clothing? When a man gets bad, he'll surprise you." He kissed her lips. "I'll get you some clothes."

Hearing the door close, Alice covered her mouth and laughed. Thanks to that fool Clara, otherwise, she didn't know when she would have conquered Henry and become his girlfriend.

She jumped off the bed, but her weak legs caused her to fall directly to the floor. Gritting her teeth, she struggled to stand up and staggered to the sofa, then took her phone from her purse.

Esme had called her over ten times and sent messages asking if she had found Henry.

She called back, "Esme."

"You guys had sex? Your voice is hoarse! So intense!"

Alice said, "Please keep your voice down, it happened so suddenly."

She then recounted the events of last night to Esme.

Esme was instantly furious. "Does Clara have no dignity? She even tried to have sex with your man?"

At that moment, the door opened.

Henry vaguely heard Esme's words, and Alice quickly hung up the phone.

Henry walked over and lifted her chin with his finger. "Now your man is here to serve you."