Chapter 8

“Yes… I like you… I like you a lot.

“My phone is full of your photos. I have all your likes and dislikes written in my notes. I’ve pinned your chat to the top for over ten years. Every time you message me, I get so happy that I can’t sleep all night. I have also written many love letters for you. I’ll show them to you someday, okay?”

Yvette had known Henry for eight years. This was the first time she saw him look so openly in love.

She listened quietly as he confessed. For a moment, she remembered the time she had confessed to him.

He had stared at her steadily. His eyes were clear and calm. There was no sign of any emotion.

Back then, she had believed that if she kept trying, she might one day win his heart.

Watching this, she realized that it did not matter whether she waited for eight, eighteen, or twenty-eight years; it would never happen.

Some things were impossible. How could she ever win the heart of a man who loved another woman so deeply?

Yvette did not stay. She returned to the private room alone.

Yarden knew she was not comfortable in this kind of setting. He greeted everyone briefly and then led her away.

The siblings went downstairs and were about to get a cab home when they saw a commotion ahead.

Sophia and Henry were surrounded by a few drunk men. The two groups began arguing.

Henry grew angry. He grabbed a bottle from a table and smashed it on one of the drunk men’s heads.

The gang immediately became furious. They rushed at him and attacked.

In an instant, the entire hall turned into chaos. People shouted and screamed. Bottles, tables, and chairs flew everywhere.

Yarden’s face darkened as he watched. He took off his coat. Before he jumped straight into the fight, he said, “Yvette, go upstairs and get help.”

Yvette’s heart raced. She hurried upstairs to call for help.

When she returned with a group of people, she saw a drunk man with a bleeding head grab several bottles and swing them at Sophia, who was hiding in a corner and crying.

Her heart leapt into her throat. Her eyes widened as she saw Henry rush forward without hesitation.

He threw himself over Sophia. He used his body to shield her from every attack.

Blood spurted like a fountain and soaked his white shirt.

Yvette froze and stared in shock. Her breath hitched.

She watched him. His body was covered in bruises and blood, yet he still stayed in front of Sophia. He did not take a single step back. Her heart ached.

Only at that moment did she truly believe in Henry’s love for Sophia. He would risk his life for her.

She stood there in a daze for a long time. When she finally came back to her senses, she realized she was in a hospital.

The lights in the operating room went out. The doctor walked out and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He sounded relieved.

“The surgery was successful. By the way, is Sophia the patient’s wife? He kept calling her name while he was unconscious. We recommend that she stay in the ICU with him. Talking to him might help him.”

Hearing this, the group of friends urged Sophia to go to the hospital room to stay with him.

After watching her leave, Yvette tugged on Yarden’s sleeve.

“Yarden, let’s go home.”

Yarden paused for a moment, then nodded and followed her.

Back at home, Yvette took out her suitcase and began packing.

Watching her get busy, Yarden felt uneasy. He stayed nearby and helped while keeping an eye on her.

Yvette knew what he was worried about, but she felt calm.

“Yarden, stop staring at me. I’m fine. I’ll be leaving in a couple of days. We won’t see each other for a long time. I’ll miss you. You must come visit me often.”

A sharp ache hit Yarden’s heart. He rubbed her face as he always did.

“Of course. I’ll come see you whenever I can. I also want to see how you get along with my friend.”