All Chapters of You Want Me Back, Don't You?: Chapter 121 - Chapter 125

“This place looks amazing.” Anaya gasped as she stepped into the restaurant, holding Henry’s hand.When Henry suggested they had dinner outside without Ryle, Anaya hadn’t expected something as grand as this.The place was elegantly lit, casting a warm and beautiful fluorescent glow. The grand and golden chandeliers hung low from the ceiling as their crystals sparkled with light.All the tables were discarded for just a single table at the center, candles lighting up the rest of the room. Fresh roses sat on the vase, giving the table an intimate and romantic feeling.Anaya couldn’t help but smile as the soft jazz music floated in the background. It blended seamlessly with the relaxed yet refined ambiance. Henry knew she loved jazz.“Not as much as you.” Henry whispered close to her ear despite the fact that the waiters were quite far from them.Anaya blushed as she looked down, happy that she had worn one of her favourite dresses tonight. It was a red gown with a deep neckline, hugging

“Oh, God.” Anaya huffed out as she closed the bathroom door behind her. She had just finished spilling out her entire breakfast. It was just a week after their wedding and they had to cancel their honeymoon to Bali because her morning sickness intensified day by day. Anaya knew she wouldn’t be able to enjoy the trip when she felt like yanking her intestines out of her stomach every single minute. The only thing she could manage to keep down was water. The slightest smell irritated her system and she could vomit up to ten times a day.“Ugh.” She plopped on the bed, resting her face on the surface. She hadn’t even been able to go to work because of this.“How are you feeling?” Greta asked as she walked into the room. She had been a great support ever since Anaya revealed she was pregnant. “Like I need to go in there one more time.” Anaya murmured and flipped on her back so she could face Greta. “Is it always this bad?” She asked, wanting to know how long this was going to go on.She

“Did he tell you where he was going?” Greta asked as Anaya paced around the living room.She checked the time on her phone. It was 2am and Henry still hadn't come back home since he left five hours ago. “No, he didn’t.” She uttered grimly.Anaya had called him more than fifty times but his number was unreachable. She even called Alex, Henry’s assistant, in case he knew where Henry was but Alex didn’t pick her calls.She didn’t know where Henry went or who it was and her thoughts had been running helter skelter. She had to wake Greta by 1am when she wasn’t getting any response from him.She didn’t know what to think anymore. She didn’t know if to call the police now or wait till sunrise before she took any action.He only told her he was going to explain what happened when he came back but he wasn’t still back yet and she didn’t know what to do.Her thoughts were going wild. What if he had gotten into an accident? What if he was kidnapped? What if he had been robbed, beaten, and left