Chapter 82 Misunderstanding Henry

• I was taken aback. “I could have done it myself.”
• His tone, which was calm just a moment ago, suddenly turned domineering. “Rest if you're injured. What are you trying to prove?”
• It's just pouring water. What is he talking about? I took the cup and drank the water silently, but my mind was preoccupied with another matter. Henry wasn't truly cold and heartless. Instead, his tenderness and thoughtfulness were only bestowed upon the woman he loved.