Wrong Ride, Right Lover novel Chapter 373

Henry came out of the bathroom with a white towel tied around his waist.

He came out of the room and stood beside the kitchen bar counter.

Monique was dressed in a light blue athletic wear, wholly-focused on cooking. There was a gentle expression on her face.

Monique felt someone staring at her and turned around. Henry Moore was leaning against the bar counter with only a towel covering his modesty. His chest and abdominal muscles were on display—he was tall and lean, the perfect male model stature.

His hair was still dripping wet, and water droplets landed on his naked shoulder and rolled down his chest. The image was oddly sexual.

Seeing that he had her attention, he cocked an eyebrow and smirked, looking like the devil himself.

Monique believed he must be Hades himself.

She felt like she was a naive, lost soul, enthralled by the king of the underworld.

Her anger melted like butter when it came to him. The next thing she knew, she was cooking noodles for the man.

Monique suddenly felt like a loser.

The man often bullied and threatened her. He embarrassed her on the dance floor and his treatment of her did not improve when they got home, and yet she felt apologetic after biting his shoulder.

She knew a part of her was developing a liking to Henry.

Just a bit of tenderness from the man was enough to break down her walls.

“Dry your hair and put on some clothes. The food should be ready by then.”

Henry nodded and headed back into the bedroom.