Henry smiled in a low voice, "Sure."
“Let's go then.” Yvonne took the initiative to take his arm.
Henry glanced at it and his heart skipped a beat.
He found that she was more enthusiastic toward him now.
She took the initiative to tap his shoulder, the initiative to tell the rest that they had a special relationship, and now she directly took his arm.
Did she have other purposes behind these easily-misunderstood actions, or did she really have those kinds of thoughts toward him?
Henry pursed his thin lips. He couldn't figure what this woman beside him was thinking and he didn’t know how to ask about it.
Logically speaking, he should avoid her intimacy with him or even stay away from her. After all, he was a married man.
Though he thought so and really wanted to do it, but then he realized that he couldn’t do so.
Because he had to admit that he liked her approach.
Realizing this, Henry slowed down.
When he was in the villa earlier, he suspected that he was too attached to Shannon because he had fallen in love with her.
But later, he suppressed this idea again, thinking that i t was impossible. How could he like someone in such a short time? Furthermore, she was a woman who looked like Yvonne.
With Shannon close to him now, he clearly felt his heart beating. The beating was cheerful, joyful, and relaxing.
What could it be if it wasn't love when his heart was beating at this frequency?
Yvonne saw the man beside him stop and his expression was so unpredictable. She couldn't help but wave her hand in front of him. "Henry, why are you in a daze?” 1
Henry returned to his senses and subconsciously stretched out his hand, grabbing her waving hand.
Her hand was grabbed painfully. Yvonne frowned and said, "Henry, what are you doing?"
Henry realized that his strength was too strong and quickly let go of her hand. "Sorry, did I hurt you?"
Yvonne pouted her lips and raised her hand to his eyes. "What do you think? It's swollen."
Henry looked down and saw that the back of her fair hand was really swollen and there were several fingerprints on it, showing how much strength he had just used.
"I'm sorry." Henry felt guilty.
He didn’t mean it, but just when his senses returned, h e felt something flashing in front of him and then he habitually grabbed it. He didn't expect that it was her hand.
Yvonne snorted in dissastifaction, "What's the use of apologizing? My hand is swollen because of you."
Henry looked at her and remained silent for two seconds before he asked, "Should I get you something as an apology gift?"
"Nope, you've already bought me a bag."
Henry asked again, "What do you want then?"
Yvonne looked at him with a smile. "It's very simple. Just blow on it for me."
Henry was stunned. "Blow on it?"
Yvonne nodded. "Yes, isn't that what everyone says? Blow at the area where you're injured and you'll be fine, so I want you to blow on it for me.”
Henry wrinkled his brows. "How?"
"It's very simple. Just blow a few breaths at the place where my hand is swollen." Yvonne moved the back o f her hand to his mouth.
Henry looked at the fingerprints on the back of her thin hand. After hesitating for a moment, he opened his thin lips and blew on her hand a few times.
"Is this alright?” he asked, a little queer.
He had never done anything like this to anyone.
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