FreeGoodNovelChapter 86 Chapter 86: She arrived hlate that night, and as she entered her room, she noticed a soft light glowing within. Under the lamp sat Henrik. Had he been waiting for her? Henrik was dressed in a loose white shirt with the collar open, his collarbone peeking through. His slightly messy hair gave him an effortlessly charming appearance. The soft lighting bathed his face, blurring the sharp angles and lending him a gentle, almost tender expression. A subtle sandalwood aroma drifted through the room, enveloping it in a warm, tranquil ambiance. He sat still, like a peaceful painting, offering a quiet moment to reflect.
At the sound of her voice, Henrik lifted his gaze. "You're back! I made ssoup for you." Khloe was caught off guard. It had been ages since anyone showed her such care, and now here was someone waiting for her, with soup no less. She stepped closer and wrapped her hands around the bowl. The warmth soaked into her fingers, stirring emotions within her like gentle waves.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe gave it a sniff before pausing. "Herbal soup? And you added bitter herbs?" "Hmm." Henrik leaned his chin on his hand, his tone light. "Your health report cback today. You're quite frail, so I had this herbal soup made for you. Don't worry, it's been sweetened a bit it shouldn't taste too bitter." Khloe's brows drew together in a frown. As a medical student, her sharp instincts told her the formula was perfect for her, meant to boost her energy and blood circulation. But she couldn't stand anything bitter. The mere thought of that bitterness coating her tongue made her shudder.
Khloe quietly set the bowl down, her lips pressed together as she gave Henrik a pleading look. Her eyes spoke of her reluctance as she murmured, "Do I really have to drink this?" Her wide eyes brimmed with a mix of complaint and vulnerability, enough to melt even the hardest of hearts. Yet Henrik didn't budge. He arched a brow and gave her a faint smirk. “Is a little bitterness really so terrifying?" His deep gaze bore into her, making her shiver reflexively under the weight of his stare.
She wavered, her eyes flickering between the bowl and Henrik, debating whether to admit the truth. “Yes, I hate bitter things, so I don't want to drink it." When Henrik didn't set the bowl down, Khloe instinctively backed away, preparing to make her escape.
"I'm telling you now, I'm not drinking it, so don't even try..." Before she could finish her sentence, Henrik slipped an arm around her waist, drawing her firmly into his embrace. His grip was both firm and gentle, effortlessly placing her on his lap and keeping her from slipping away.
"You're aware that you're anemic, prone to fatigue, and often dealing with stomach pains, right? And you still refuse to take your medicine? How about this-drink the soup, and I'll reward you with scandy?" Khloe's eyes grew wide, like a startled cat. "But it's still going to taste bitter. I'm not drinking that!" "Not drinking it?" Henrik's chuckle was soft as he leaned in, his hand tilting her chin upward, his voice taking on a husky edge. "Looks like I'll have to feed it to you." Khloe's cheeks turned red as her heart raced, a mix of nervousness and heat spreading through her. Even with his neutral expression, his striking features radiated an unmistakable authority. Under his steady stare, Khloe grew more anxious, her fingers tightening around the hem of her shirt without realizing it.
Letting out a small cough, she reluctantly took the bowl from Henrik's hand. “I guess bitterness isn't so bad after all. I'll handle it myself." Bracing herself, she took a deep breath and began sipping the soup, slowly but steadily. Henrik watched as Khloe grimaced with each sip, her face subtly contorting, but she stubbornly persisted until the bowl was empty.
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Watching Khloe's stubborn demeanor, Henrik felt a wave of tenderness mess and affection for her. He reached out and patted her head, his voice gentle. "Good job, you finished that fast."
If Henrik's subordinates could witness this rare moment of warmth and praise, they'd be completelym stunned This deserved praise? They En endured grueling training daily, often leaving bruised and battered, but never once had Henrik offered them a single compliment.
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