He Stole Me From My Deadbeat Husband
Chapter 210

Chapter 210: Chapter 210

"Kate, what’s wrong?" Henry asked again as he tried to reach her.

"Stay back," Kate instructed. She made a gesture that she’d take a step back in case Henry tried to approach her again.

Henry halted his step but got confused instead by her reaction. He also had a lot of questions lingering in his mind, mostly about how he could be in this room, as he was a hundred percent sure that he was sleeping in that VIP room in the bar.

’Could it be that Mindy somehow contacted Kate and told her that I got wasted?’ Henry guessed. ’Or maybe she got into contact with Michael, and he carried me here. No way Kate could carry me, especially when I’m drunk as fuck.’

They were stuck in this position for a while. Henry tried to approach his beloved, but each time he got closer, Kate would retreat for one step as if she wanted to keep a safe distance from him.

"Can you explain what is happening here?" Henry asked. He tried to shake his head again to relieve his dizziness and the feeling of a bad hangover. "I remember being in the VIP room inside Spyre 80 with Mindy. I got wasted last night, and I’m already in our apartment when I wake up."

"Mindy..." Kate’s heart sank to the deepest pit when Henry mentioned the woman’s name. "I see that you’re very familiar with that hostess, huh?"

Henry was still trying to recover from the hangover. Added to his confusion, he was clueless as he dug himself deeper into the pit.

"Yeah, we dated in Uni," Henry said without hesitation, as he saw Mindy as a friend after thoroughly discussing how to be a better man for Kate. "She accompanied me throughout the night, and we watched movies and drank iced whiskey. Guess I had too much of that."

Kate couldn’t believe how aloof he was after admitting everything. It made her feel stupid for feeling sorry because of their fight before.

"It’s good that you admitted everything, Henry. I commend you for that," Kate said. She clenched her fist as she tried to stand on her ground.

"Uh-huh," Henry said. He scratched his head confusedly, "So, can you tell me what happened when I passed out? Who carried me here?"

...

"Do you remember that we had a severe thunderstorm last night?" Kate asked, and Henry gave a nod as an answer. She scoffed as she found herself ridiculous, "I was so worried about you. I feared you’d drunk drive in the middle of a bad thunderstorm. I don’t want you to get hurt, so I called Michael and asked him which bar you frequently visit."

"I wanted to check and fetch you to ensure you’re safe, and Michael accompanied me," Kate said. "Then I saw you in that room, wasted with a girl you called Mindy."

Kate couldn’t help but chuckle, knowing Henry would eventually choose someone younger than her, "You surely have great taste, Mr. Grant. Mindy is a beautiful girl. She’s young and fresh, a woman who fits you better than I do."

Henry’s eyes widened. He finally caught on to what Kate had in mind, "W—Wait, this isn’t what it looks like. We didn’t do anything, I swear!"

"I saw those hostesses getting groped by guests around your age, and they’re in the open area," Kate sneered. "You’d be a saint if you didn’t do anything to Mindy when you’re under the influence in a private room."

Henry soon realized the severity of this misunderstanding. So, he tried to backtrack, "Calm down, honey, let me explain this first."

"HONEY?! You called me honey after I caught you cheating?! Oh, Henry, you’re too fucking bold!" Kate turned around and stomped her feet as she left the room.

"W—Wait, Kate!" Henry rushed to catch her. But the headache made him lose his balance, and he tripped, hitting the floor face-first. "Urgh!"

Kate stopped when she heard the sound of a big thing hitting the floor. She looked over her shoulder and saw Henry, who grimaced in pain. He propped himself up, and Kate could see blood running from his nostril. On top of that, his forehead was bruised because of the impact.

Kate flinched.

Her instinct told her to help him because he looked pitiful. Kate had a soft spot for Henry, who showed a bit of his frail side.

But she had to toughen herself right now, or else she couldn’t leave him.

Kate gritted her teeth and tried to leave, but Henry quickly grabbed the hem of her shirt and asked pitifully, "Kitty, I’m hurt. Can you help me first before we continue our fight?"

"You can help yourself. Now let me go. I want to leave," Kate said coldly, but her eyes couldn’t lie. She was concerned about the nosebleed. ’I hope he doesn’t have a broken nose because I’d have to take care of him.’

Henry noticed her concern and used it to his advantage.

He kept using his puppy eye to weaken Kate’s heart. He knew it’d be difficult to set things straight if he let her leave this apartment.

He had to clear this misunderstanding as soon as possible, and if acting cute was enough to force her to stay for a moment, then so be it.

Thus, Henry discarded all of his pride as the heir of the Grant family for now and pouted cutely. He clenched Kate’s hem tighter and muttered, "Are you sure you don’t want to treat me? I’m very clumsy, and I have a bad headache right now. What if I hurt myself even more?"

"Honey, are you cruel enough to leave me alone like this? I am heartbroken right now..."

Kate was trying to fight her urge to take care of him. She had to leave no matter what. She didn’t want to give a chance to a cheater!

But when she saw the nosebleed that kept getting worse, she gritted her teeth and said, "Let me go first. I’ll take the first aid kit."

"Y—You won’t leave me, right? I might bleed to death if you leave!"

"Tsk, stop acting like an idiot. Let me treat you before that nosebleed worsens!"