When Monique's car arrived at Marriott International, Henry was still sleeping.
She was wondering if she should wake him up.
Or maybe as the car was left there, and then she got out of the car and left.
She was in a hesitation and did not choose any of them.
Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes stopped on his handsome face. His outline was as perfect as if it had been carved by a knife. His dashing eyebrows, straight nose, sexy thin lips, and every part of his face were perfectly matched.
She felt that as long as this man was here, the world would become dim.
Looking at the handsome face of the sleeping man, her clear eyes became more and more quiet and gentle.
In the past, she was only facing Little Nomi like this.
Only then did her eyes become so gentle.
This was the last time she could look at him so quietly.
After all, she was about to leave.
She remembered that the first time she saw him, she felt a kind of panic in her chest, which seemed to be similar.
But she couldn't believe that she had anything to do with such a noble man.
When Little Nomi called him dad in time, she still felt ridiculous.
But she didn't expect that he really had some relationship with her.
This was both her blessing and her misfortune.
Until now, she did not regret knowing him and found her biological father for Little Nomi.
But they were really not suitable.
In addition to what she had said to Louise, she had an uncomfortable feeling in her heart.
And his identity alone was far beyond hers.
She had thought that if he really gave her an identity, would she stay by his side?
The answer was no.
Even if he gave her an identity, what right did she have to stay by his side? Or her honor increased as her daughter's position raised?
If she really did that, how would others treat Little Nomi?
Was she a tool for her to climb to Henry's side?
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