Henry went to the bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror and realized he had been crying until his eyes were red.
For the first time in his life, he hated seeing his own pretty face.
The face that scored him so many ladies in the past, the face that got him street casted or scouted by movie talent.
He hated it now.
Why?
Because this pretty face couldn't do anything when the woman he truly loved was in danger, he regretted not using his brain more when he was still in university. He was swayed by the crazy sex and party life back then, and his looks and status were enough to get him many women he wanted.
He should've focused on learning many things from James and Vernon instead of fucking around like an idiot.
