Familiar fear came to him again, making his heart skip a beat. Although he won by taking away the memory of the pear blossom, he always felt that he was a failure when he was asked this way.
It's as if everything he's doing is meaningless and that the inevitable truth will one day snatch her away from him. "She'll never know..." he whispered softly as if reassuring himself.
Dora stared at him, suddenly realising. "I don't know, it has something to do with her being your wife now?" He didn't say anything.
"Henry, what did you do to her?" "That's none of your business. What you're worried about should be my choice." "I don't need to think about my choice! As long as I am still alive, I will not give up chasing you until you are punished."
His gaze was frighteningly cold. He didn't want to kill her, because he didn't want to disappoint Angel. I hate underworld kings who hurt others!
