My Waste Husband novel Chapter 484

Sylvia didn't hate Henry. She just wanted to distance herself from Henry.

The plane took off.

Sylvia sat at the window seat. After flying for a while on the plane, Sylvia constantly felt a little strange. As soon as she turned her head, she saw Henry staring straight at her.

"Why are you looking at me?" Sylvia pretended to be unhappy.

"Ah?" Henry looked puzzled. "I'm looking at the clouds outside."

Even children wouldn't believe this kind of trick.

Sylvia simply picked up the eye mask and put it on, leaning against the seat to take a nap.

The plane was gliding in the sky, the sky was blue and white clouds flashed by.

Sylvia was wearing headphones, and the soft music was playing which made her feel relaxed.

Sylvia let out a long sigh of relief. In the past few days, she had been busy with all kinds of social activities every day and felt very tired. She had not been as relaxed as she was now for a long time.

Before taking off, Sylvia deliberately contacted Milan, who was in Paris at this moment. The two girls had agreed to have a French-style dinner together in the evening.

Sylvia was going to relax. When she rested for a while, she felt a head falling on her shoulder. Sylvia didn't even have to look at it. She knew who this head belonged to.

At this moment, Henry was making a faint noise and leaning against Sylvia. He had fallen asleep.

Sylvia took off her eye mask and reached out to wake Henry up. But when she saw Henry's faint smile, her hand, which was about to hit Henry, stopped in the air.

Sylvia suddenly realized. Where did he stay last night? All the rooms in the hotel were full. He came there as her husband. Did he sit in that pavilion all night yesterday?

At the thought of this, Sylvia felt a twinge of pain in her heart.

Sylvia put down her raised hand slowly and adjusted her sitting posture carefully, which could make Henry more comfortable and sleep more comfortably.

Sylvia put on her eye mask again, but took off her headphones. The man's breathing was even. For her, it was the most pleasant sound in the world. Perhaps, she could no longer hear it after this trip back to France. Such a sound made her feel at ease.

Gradually, Sylvia also fell asleep.

For some people, ten hours passed fast as long as they were sleeping, but some people couldn't fall asleep. They felt that these ten hours were exceptionally boring and painful.

When Sylvia opened her eyes, the scenery outside the window was still blue sky and white clouds. There was no change.

Sylvia looked at the watch on her wrist and was shocked. It had been more than six hours since they took off. The plane would land in Paris in three hours.

Sylvia felt a little numb on her shoulder. She turned her head and found that Henry was still sleeping on her shoulder.

Suddenly, Henry's head slid forward from Sylvia's shoulder and fell in front of Sylvia, right on her breasts.