Chapter 7

The room was silent for a long time.

His words replaying in my head again and again, like a jukebox stuck on repeat.

I blinked, once, twice, trying to make sense of what he’d just said.

Cry him a river? Of diamonds? What was I, a damn jewelry factory?

My throat tightened with disbelief. “You can’t be serious.”

He simply turned, broad shoulders disappearing through the doorway like he hadn’t just offered me a slavery contract.

My lips parted in shock “Unbelievable,” I muttered. “Absolutely unbelievable.”

Henry was still there, leaning lazily against the doorframe, a faint grin tugging at his lips.

“Take it easy, Blondie,” he said, nodding toward the nightstand. “Drink the tea. Mint helps with headaches.”

I followed his gaze to the mug, still steaming faintly. I wanted to tell him where he could shove the mint tea, but the pounding behind my eyes was winning the war.

He smirked as if reading my mind. “You can glare all you want. Still gonna help.”

When he finally left, closing the door