Amy had her eyes closed, leaning on the trellis by the bench in the gazebo when she felt someone covering her shoulder with a soft piece of garment.
"Sorry, I was not in the ballroom when you looked for me. I looked for a shawl for you to use," Henry said softly to her as he sat beside her.
"Thank you, but I told you, you don't have to. It's not cold in here."
It's true it's not cold but with her backless dress, she was still thankful that Henry gave her one.
"I know, but I don't want other men feasting at the sight of you. I'm the only one who should see your body. My girlfriend is for my eyes only."
He smiled at her sweetly and entwined his hand with hers.
Amy did not refuse his action. She felt his sincerity and his smile was genuine. She can see that he is actually happy.
It was weird for her since their relationship was a contracted one and not real, not based on love. She wondered if he was like this too with his previous women.
