Chapter 97 When He Said Nothing at All

• Henry sat by the bed quietly. He lowered his face slightly, amplifying the distinct lines of his jaw. His eyebrow tails were angled upwards, and his eyes set deep in his orbits, giving his bottomless eyes a soul-piercing gaze.
• He stretched out his warm and thick hand to stroke her hair, running his fingers from her scalp to the end. Then, he rubbed her delicate cheeks with his fingers in a screamingly gentle motion as if she was a priceless treasure.
• No woman could compare to his wife – she was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman on earth.