Henry’s POV. Angel passed away on that day. I put my teammates at risk, and Alice got injured as a result. Since that day, I have not allowed myself to fall in love with anyone. I swear I will never let this happen again with my friends and teammates. I haven't seen Sarah since that terrible moment. I keep a safe distance from her as a member of my company. Victor is going to leave her alone because of the harm resulting from our conflict. I've contacted every mafia in the world to stay away from him and refuse to do business with him. Because he violated our legislation by attacking my people. I have the authority to murder his henchman because he has already wounded Sarah. As a result, he is punished in accordance with the rule. Furthermore, he has revealed to me that Sarah is his person, so for the time being, he will pretend that Sarah is no longer listening to his demands. That's how he's always been. My phone rings, interrupting a lunch with my business partner. I look down

Henry’s POV. I stay alone in my room, staring at the gift box in my hand. When I recall her face at the time, my lips widen into a smile. It's quite entertaining to tease that woman. She’s totally falling for me. The snow is falling outside the window, and my heart got warm a little after I met Sarah. It has been a long time. As I unwrap the box and notice what she gave me, my mouth widens. Holy shit! What’s this fucking weird thing? I'm holding an odd item that appears to look like some aliens have been sent to me from outside the Earth. The stitches are sewn overlappingly and in no particular order. And what is it? She decorates the hat center with some shapes. Strawberry? No, no, perhaps that's an apple. Jeez, I don't know. A knock on the door disturbs me, and someone says, "Master, it's me, Jack." "May I go in?" I shake my head, attempting to cool down, and say, "Come on in." The door opens, revealing Jack's curious expression as he steps into the room. "Hey, Henry. What's u

Henry’s POV. Drip-drop. Drip-drop. Drip-drop. The drop of water falls into the puddle, covering the space in death. The howls consume my thoughts, and my head aches like stone. Where am I? I find myself walking through the dark woods, witnessing so many wolves devouring one body. Who is he? As I come closer, the wolf pack howls and is ready to attack. Someone appears behind the dark smoke, laughing aloud, and directs the wolves racing at me. My heart is beating and my body is drying when I see a corpse dressed in Sarah's clothes. Sarah? When I gather the power to fight the wolves, my eyes roll as my pupils narrow, causing me to shape my fists. The man sits in his wheelchair, smoking a cigar, while watching his wolf. He wears a fedora, and his suit seems like it came from an 80s movie. He has a weird look. I'm looking him in the eyes after slaying all of his wolves. I know this guy. He's one of the city's most dangerous criminals. He broke every norm in the mafia world, and bo

Henry’s POV. Sarah! I need to protect you at all costs. I take a look at her, who stands frozen beside me like a snowman. Despite knowing how dangerous this man is, I’ll kill him anyway. There is no mercy for the crazy ones. And there is no mercy for the one who hurts Sarah. My mind drives me to keep my promise to myself that I will never allow myself to fall in love with her. But I shake my head twice to convince myself that it’s because Sarah is my employee, so it’s my duty to protect my people. The man laughs in savage, cutting through the air after he takes the button on his chair. There are so many gun points facing me from the wall, surrounding us on all sides, stopping me from escaping. Fuck it! I embrace Sarah into my arms, covering her from the gunfire shooting at us. I have my bulletproof vest inside my suit, so I’m okay with the bullet rain. I just worry that Sarah will be hurt because of my actions. “Sarah?” I whisper, “Don’t worry, I’m here.” I take Sarah on, and we

Henry’s POV. My heart skips a beat when I see Sarah. She is alive. She's still alive. Despite having my body restrained, I aim to get closer to her. I'd like to touch her. I want to make sure that this is not a dream. One buff man kicks my knee, forcing me to fall down to the ground. "Stay the fuck here, you son of the bitch," he rips out a growl. My mother stands in front of me, her face mute. As I look around, I realize this is the lab room for some shady research. Sarah looks at me, her eyes widening. Her body shivers as I scan her from head to toe. The cuts on her body are bleeding. And I feel as if the world is crumbling beneath my feet. What kind of feeling is this? It makes me choke. The feeling of being useless. "You…" Erik says, and his pupils widen in surprise. He moves closer to my mother in his wheelchair. Little by little. He recognizes something. I’m not sure about what’s wrong with him. But the way he stares at my mom is quite odd. As if they knew each ot