No More Waiting, She Chooses Love



Henrik nodded slightly, then straightened up. "Right, you're not lovesick. But I'm curious, why did you save Jeff? Is he that important to you?"

Henrik seemed friendly, not pressing for answers, but he was setting traps with every step, trying to figure out who mattered most to me. He wanted to exploit my value to its fullest.

"Not important," I said crisply, three words clear and direct.

Henrik chuckled, clearly not convinced. "Yet, you used your one chance to save him."

"That's because Jeff taught me how to play baseball. So, this opportunity should belong to him," I said, causing Henrik to shake his head.

"Why wouldn't you fight for yourself? Fight to make me let you go?" Henrik tested human nature once again.

"You're keeping me here to watch the game anyway. I doubt I'd make it to the airport even if I tried leaving. Besides, I came here to see Jeff play. I don't want to leave," I said, glancing at Henrik's forearm, which he had rolled up his sleeve to reveal.

There seemed to be a scar.

Noticing my gaze, he pulled up his sleeve further, exposing half his arm. A deep scar was visible. "It's not fully healed yet. I'll get a tattoo over it, so it won't look so ugly."Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

He was concerned about it looking ugly.

"Who did that to you?" I asked, somewhat knowingly.

Henrik smiled lightly. "You don't know?"

With everything laid out, I dropped the act, "So, this is why you're after him?"

Henrik rolled down his sleeve. "Not entirely."

He pursed his lips. "My grudge with him isn't just about this injury."

I was somewhat surprised. "You and Ernest knew each other before?"

This time, Henrik frowned. "Didn't you guys date? He never told you about his past?"

He really knew how to hit where it hurts.

I gave a bitter smile. "No."

Henrik shook his head, looking at me with a bit more pity. "Seems like he really didn't love you. Otherwise, why wouldn't he share those glory moments with you?"

My heart ached. "Yeah, if he loved me, he should be here confronting you to save me."

I lowered my head, and then felt a warmth on my crown. Henrik was patting my head, saying softly, "Poor thing."

I was still not used to such touches

and was about to pull away when he

withdrew his hand, saying, "Ernest

might not love you, but others

do."

I hadn't fully grasped his meaning when I heard, "Don't touch her."

Conrad's voice made me turn. I saw him rushing toward me, followed by two men running after him.

I knew Conrad would come for me, but seeing him stirred something in me.

Henrik's voice echoed beside me. "He must love you more than Ernest ever did."

Love, huh? How could it be love when there's betrayal?

I no longer believed in love.

Conrad reached me, scanning me

and down. Henrik's bodyguards

were about to move on him balne

d at Henrik's glance

Facing Conrad's anxiety, I said, "I'm okay."

Conrad's tense expression softened. He reached out and grabbed my wrist. "Let's go."

Just as he pulled, another hand clasped my other wrist. Henrik chuckled, "And where do you plan on taking my person?"