Henry hung up the phone, relieved. Fortunately, the interrogation-like conversation was finally over.

It seems I'll have to be extra careful about what I say and do in the future.

Although the day ended in such a thrilling way, Henry was quite satisfied.

After the accident on that mission, he was forced to leave the special forces and had to pretend to be ill to suppress himself.

Today, he felt a relief he had never experienced before.

The next afternoon, the ready-to-wear shop delivered Bailey's ordered clothes to the high-ranking official's ward at the appointed time. Along with the ready-to-wear shop assistant were three men dragging large suitcases.

"Miss Bailey, we are makeup artists. Mr.Jerry asked us to come and give you an overall look."

It was a pleasant surprise for Bailey, who usually had no makeup and was most troubled by it. Henry's decision saved her a lot of trouble.

Bailey sat on the sofa like a doll, allowing the makeup artist to blow her hair, do her makeup, and stick her crystal nails.

Three hours later, when Bailey appeared in front of the mirror in her pink dress, she was startled by the radiant, beautiful woman inside.

Oh my god, is this me? She let out a soft cry involuntarily.

The nurse in the executive ward, upon seeing Bailey's new look, couldn't help but make exclamations of admiration and look at her with envy.

Bailey sat down in the Cadillac, and the moment Henry's gaze met her, surprise and excitement flashed in his eyes.

Fortunately, I met Bailey early enough. If Bailey had appeared in such an outfit on the day of the eight-minute date, not to mention her fate of having four husbands, even if she had had ten or eight more, there would probably have been a succession of men coming to date her.

"Henry, are you not feeling well?" Bailey, seeing Henry's cheeks flushed and his eyes vacant, asked with concern.

Cough, cough, Henry coughed twice, then came to his senses and turned his gaze away.

Looking out of the car window, Henry felt the heat on his face gradually fade away, and his mind returned from confusion to clarity.

Once he heard someone say that someone couldn't walk on the road when they saw a woman and took it as a joke, but now he realized that he was more or less in the same state.

With Bailey around, he would lose his mind, get out of control and make mistakes, which was unimaginable before.

If things keep going like this, it's probably not far from the bottom line.

Henry was a little nervous. He subconsciously reached for the gun, ready to take it out and load it. Later, realizing that it was not appropriate to fiddle with the gun in front of Bailey, he stopped.

He simply turned his eyes away and leaned back on the sofa, saying to Bailey, "Are you nervous now?"

"A little." Bailey stroked the petals adorning her dress with her hand and asked awkwardly, "What about you?"

"I'm nervous, too." That's the truth.

"What if your family asks me a question and I can't answer, or say something wrong?"

"Then you just crawl into my arms and shout for help, brother, I'll be a hero and help you out of the predicament."

"I'm not a beauty."

"You're not a beauty, you're a great beauty. Don't be so glamorous in front of other men in the future. I'm afraid I won't be able to outshine them." Henry straightened up, resting his chin on his hand, and stared into Bailey's eyes, speaking word by word.

Bailey was a little embarrassed by his gaze. "I'm tough, no man dares to step forward."

"Am I not a man?" Henry crossed his legs, and the two straight lines of his uniform made his thighs look even more slender.

"I'm wrong, I'm tough, no man dares to come forward except you."

"Hard and soft, don't say such things next time. I don't like to hear them."

"That's the truth." She killed four men in a row.

"No matter how hard your life is, it won't help in front of me. I have a great fortune."Henry said confidently.

Lucky? A sudden thought struck Bailey. She remembered that the fortune-teller had said that if a man of great fortune married her, he would be able to suppress the evil energy in her life.

Henry said the same thing today, and it matched the fortune-teller's words. Could it be that she had met her true love by accident?

But Bailey thought of the wheelchair at the back of the carriage and sighed. Fortunately, Henry, with his small build, would run out of energy even when walking. He looks so sickly that even a little stronger wind could blow him away. I guess I'll be able to knock him down with just a slight lift of my leg.

"Crush me, you have that ability?" Henry's eyebrows twitched, and there was a faint glow in his long, deep eyes.

Bailey's memory is so bad that she has forgotten so quickly how she was trapped in her arms that day, struggling to break free.

If it weren't for her disturbing her mind and causing her to be in a daze, how could she have managed to break free from her arms?

Dreaming.

It seems there is an opportunity for me to teach her a lesson and let her know who is weighing whom. Don't say Henry is just pretending to be ill. Even if he were really ill, he wouldn't be able to defeat a woman and be looked down upon by one woman.

"Why not?" Bailey was also an unyielding personality, and with a flick of her pretty hair, she was carefree without losing her grace. Henry also doubted her ability. He had not seen with his own eyes what the two men who had kidnapped him that day had ended up in a state of disarray, hugging the police's thighs and crying, insisting that they be arrested on the spot and that they take refuge in the police station.

Two grown men, who can handle a few clumsy tricks, can manage themselves well.

Not to mention Henry, who is sick and exhausted.

When you were held in someone's arms and couldn't break free, why didn't you say anything? "Henry said indifferently.

At that time, her fragrance, her disordered breathing, and that soft, elastic chest, even the tiniest detail, Henry couldn't forget.

Bailey was stunned for a long time.

"How did you know?"