Chapter 452

Henry’s facial features. as though being meticulously crafted, were all stiffened. It was like a layer of ice over them. His thin lips formed a straight line without him realizing it, as his entire body was giving off a very cold vibe.

He moved his lower limbs, inching closer to Monique with every step he took. The black shirt he was wearing made him appear like a demon from the gates of hell at a glance, with a malicious aura of that of a grim reaper around him.

The atmosphere was icy cold and extremely silent which gave the creep. Only the sound of Henry’s footstep that was closing into Monique was heard.

Monique curled herself, body trembling with every step Henry took—inching closer to her. She bit her lips forcefully, almost causing it to bleed, while her eyes glared coldly at Henry.

At that moment, Henry—whose eyes were as black as ink and had facial features which were unbelievably perfect, was no longer able to suppress the fire of fury that was swirling within him. Meantim