Vengeful Billionaire and His Lovers (Jerome Howard) novel Chapter 14

Chapter 14 Where She Sleeps 

“Haha, that’s the biggest load of crap I’ve heard all year.” 

Henry chuckled, neither confirming nor denying it. “Let’s not talk about that now. Selena came to see me today, I’ll probably ask 

her out for dinner soon.” 

Selena landed that project on her own, why would she partner with you guys? 

He wasn’t about to use her feelings for him like that. No way he’d agree to Luciana’s plan. In fact, he was already thinking of warning Selena. 

“She came to the hospital to see you? Well, if you do have dinner, you better bring me with you. Don’t forget,” Luciana said. 

She was clearly surprised and not too happy. She didn’t like the idea of Henry having too much one-on-one time with Selena. 

“We’ll see.” Henry said vaguely. 

There was a short pause. Then Luciana put on a wounded tone. “Didn’t you notice how awful I look? You didn’t even ask me if I was okay. You’re such a bad partner.” 

Henry looked her over. “You didn’t sleep well last night. What happened? Went out partying with some guy?” 

Luciana’s face twisted in frustration. “God, since when did your mouth get so mean? I’ve told you a thousand times that I only have one man in my life, and it’s you! I love you! Can you stop with the constant accusations? What do you want from me?” 

“Hey, there’s a lot you’ve never noticed before. But whatever, do what you want. I’m broken. I’m useless. It’s not like I can stop you. So go ahead, have your fun.” 

Hearing that, Luciana’s eyes instinctively dropped to his leg. She went quiet, her expression turning sad. 

After a long pause, she knelt down, resting her hands on his thighs and looking up at him. 

Her eyes were crystal clear, like a calm lake, and something about that gaze made Henry’s heart skip a beat. 

She said, “Believe me or don’t, that’s up to you. But I only have one thing to say-I love you. I’ve never betrayed you. My dream life is the two of us, maybe with a kid or two. A little family where we don’t have to worry about anything, just happy and at peace.” 

Her voice was sincere, with not a hint of pretense. 

Henry avoided her gaze, refusing to look her in the eye. “Alright, that’s enough. Let’s drop it, we should get going.” 

Same as always, he couldn’t tell what was real and what wasn’t anymore. Luciana hadn’t proven anything, and arguing further felt pointless. 

Still, in that moment… he really wanted to believe she was telling the truth. 

Luciana pushed his wheelchair, and together with Rosalie, they handled his discharge paperwork. 

The moment he stepped outside and breathed in the fresh air, Henry felt like he’d been given a second life. 

Luciana checked her watch. “I’ve got a meeting starting soon, and I need to head over there now. Rosalie will take you home.” 

She turned to leave, took a few steps, then suddenly spun back around with a serious look. “Honey, you’re going to be spending every day with her. You have to control yourself. Don’t do anything that’ll betray me. I swear, if you do, I’ll lose my damn mind.” 

Left alone in the living room, Henry looked around, frowning slightly. 

The windows were spotless, but there was still a fine layer of dust here and there if you looked closely. 

He rolled his wheelchair into the master bedroom and saw the bed was perfectly made, exactly how he’d left it the morning he was admitted. 

So Luciana hadn’t been home at all these past few days? 

Where had she been sleeping? 

Her parents’ place? 

Henry rubbed his temples. The thought gave him a headache. 

“Henry, if you wanted to come into the bedroom, you should’ve told me. Do you want to lie down? I can help you onto the bed,” Rosalie said as she came out of one of the guest rooms and saw him at the door. 

Henry shook his head. “I’ve been lying down for days in that hospital. Any more of that and I’ll turn into a corpse. Why don’t you cook something later? I’m craving your tomato beef stew.” 

It had been a long time since he’d eaten Rosalie’s cooking, and he missed it. 

To be fair, Henry wasn’t a bad cook himself, probably better than most restaurant chefs, but Rosalie’s food just tasted better. 

Rosalie headed to the bathroom to wash her hands and called back, “Sure. You just rest here. The fridge’s pretty empty, though. I’ll run out and grab some groceries and a few other things.”