With a cold and sharp tone, he whispers threateningly. Anna hesitates as she notices the hurt in his eyes. "I never wanted to not be married to you," she says gently. Henry runs his fingers through his hair. "What do you want from me, Anna? You say you don't want to be my wife, yet you say things that make me wish otherwise." "Have you forgotten that I don't belong to you? You told me that you only married me to make a statement. How is this my fault?" Her face flushed with anger, and he stayed silent. "This is our issue, Anna. We point fingers at each other over things we said in anger that we didn't really mean."
"You weren't angry; you made me feel loved. I was going to come back and tell you how much I've loved you since my first day at Elite, but then you said those things."Henry Huff's "I said those things because I saw you with Edward, and it hurt me. But it doesn't matter now because you should be happy he is getting a divorce, and so are we, so you two can be together." Henry feels a tightness in his throat as he speaks these words. "If that's how you feel, why are we still having this conversation?" She starts to walk away, but he quickly grabs her wrist. "Anna, I'm sorry. I didn't really mean that." Anna looks at him with bright eyes, staring intently. "You always say hurtful things and then say you're sorry. Why can't you just be like you were before, even now?" Her voice barely rises above a whisper because that's all she can handle. Inside, she is filled with quiet anger.
"In my mind, you must hate me because that's the only reason that makes sense after everything I've done to you. I hate myself too because I love you so much, Anna." She wipes her tears and steps closer to him, closing the distance. "I can't hate you, Henry. Don't you see? I've tried really hard to tell myself that this is just a convenient marriage, but every time I see you, my heart skips a beat. I don't know why, but it's you, Henry. So forget your guilty feelings and please love me back." Henry pulls her in closer, and she wraps her arms around him. His eyes shine with joy; she finally said it. Anna takes a deep breath, amazed that she just admitted it. She turns to leave, but he pulls her back to him. "I love you, Anna, more than you can ever think," he said. She rested her head on Henry's chest while his hands gently played with her hair. His nose brushed against her hair as he took in the sweet scent of her shampoo, conditioner, and the lemon oils she used for her hair treatment. Anna inhaled the smell of his clothes; they carried a hint of alcohol. She recognized that musky yet fresh fragrance as Henry's scent, which she knew included notes of Ambroxan, jasmine petals, moss, and wood. She kissed his chest gently, and Anna walked over to the couch, with him following her as he settled between her legs. "Have you eaten?" she asked nervously, her voice trembling. He shook his head and replied, "No, I haven't." He leaned in closer to her lips, and she jumped a little. "I made rice," she said as she headed to the kitchen, and he followed her, surprised. "You did?" he asked.
He protected both sides with his strong hands, making her feel like a target in front of a hunter. "W-why don't you eat something?" she stammered, and he responded with a bright smile. "I want you, Anna," she felt her stomach twist with excitement, and a wave of happiness filled her from within. She blinks quickly while nodding. His long, manicured fingers glide along her hand, intertwining their fingers, and she smiles nervously. "You should eat something," she says as she bends down to reach the microwave, and he laughs. "You're beautiful, Anna," he says as he stands behind her again. Just as he is about to touch her, she closes her eyes tightly. "Anna, are you a virgin?" Her face goes pale, and she drops the glass on the floor. He laughs, and she feels surprised and unprepared for Henry's question. She tries to bend down to pick up the shattered glass, but Henry continues to chuckle. "I'll take care of it," he says as she walks away from him. She sets the food on the table while he continues to look at Anna, waiting for her to answer his question. She notices the inquisitiveness in his eyes
"Are you?" He asks as she sits down next to him. "Yes," she whispers, feeling embarrassed. Anna gives a small shrug to say sorry. "Wait, what?" He gasps in shock, gripping the edge of the table and staring at her intensely. She shrinks back under his gaze. Anna hides her face, feeling embarrassed as she tells the King of girls that she is still a virgin. She hopes the ground will swallow her up. When Anna glances up at him through her eyelashes, she sees that he looks really angry. "Like a virgin, really?" She furrowed her brow. "Yeah," she retorted. He laughed, looking at her in complete shock. She got up and walked up the stairs while he continued to chuckle. Anna is in her room, curled up in her bed, thinking about how his face looked filled with fear. "Crap — I told you to live more," she says, pulling the blanket over her face and struggling with it.