Chapter 27

"Mr. Windsor, you promised you wouldn't do anything to me. You can't break your word!"

Zoey hunched her shoulders and inched back until she was pressed up against the car door.

Seeing her scared expression, Henry sighed and opened the car door. "Get out."

Zoey noticed his gaze had softened and felt a wave of relief. She quickly followed him out of the car.

She looked up and saw a grand, luxurious castle in front of her.

As they walked a bit further, she noticed a fountain with water sparkling like pearls under the lights, surrounded by vibrant red roses.

"Want to take a look?"

Henry saw Zoey staring at the roses, clearly captivated.

Zoey nodded and followed him over.

As they walked into the sea of roses around the fountain, a night breeze blew, causing the petals to fall like rain. The fragrance grew stronger, creating a magical scene.

Zoey stood there, mesmerized by the falling petals.

"Mr. Windsor, why did you plant so many roses? They're gorgeous!"

After a moment, Zoey looked up, her eyes shining as she gazed at Henry. She adored roses; her perfume, body wash, and shampoo were all rose-scented.

Henry looked at her beautiful face, his eyes deep and intense. "Because you like them."

Zoey's eyes sparkled with joy. "Roses are my favorite. You've planted so many here, I love it!"

Seeing her happy smile, Henry remembered the morning she disappeared after their passionate night, leaving only a red blood mark on the bed and a faint rose scent in the air.

He bent down, picked a rose, carefully removed the thorns, and placed it behind her ear.

Looking at her even more stunning face, he gently caressed her cheek with his cool fingertips. "Since you love it so much, why not move in?"

His voice was like rich wine, intoxicating.

The warm orange light made him look even more elegant and noble. His gaze at Zoey was like the deep night sky, as if it could envelop her completely.

Zoey's breathing became uneven, and her cheeks grew hotter.

She couldn't look into his eyes anymore, afraid she'd get lost in them.

Taking a step back, she smiled nervously. "I can't. My assistant Claire is really afraid of the dark at night. It's fine if I'm gone for a few days, but if I'm gone too long, she'll be sad."

"Oh, and I need to check on her shoulder. I should call her."

She fumbled for her phone and started dialing Claire with her head down.

Henry's face showed a hint of helplessness.

The call connected quickly, and Claire's voice came through. "Zoey, are you at Mr. Windsor's house? Is he taking good care of you? You have to seize this opportunity!"

Zoey wished she could reach through the phone and cover Claire's mouth so Henry wouldn't hear those embarrassing words.

Her face turned beet red, and she couldn't bring herself to look at Henry. She lowered her voice and said, "Leave me alone. How's your shoulder?"

"The X-ray results will take another twenty minutes, but Dr. Green gave me a painkiller and an anti-inflammatory shot. He said it's not serious. You don't need to worry. Dr. Green will personally take me home later. I'm planning to cook pasta for him to show my gratitude. Dr. Green is such a good doctor."

Listening to Claire's cheerful voice, you'd never guess she was injured. Anyone who didn't know better would think she was on a date.

Zoey felt embarrassed and a bit sorry for Joseph because Claire's pasta was basically mush and tasted awful. She just hoped Joseph wouldn't be traumatized after eating it.

"As long as you're okay, I'm relieved. I'll hang up now."

To avoid Claire saying anything else inappropriate, Zoey quickly ended the call.

"Wait, you haven't told me about Mr. Windsor..."

Claire's voice was cut off, and Zoey awkwardly looked up. "Mr. Windsor, I'm a bit tired. Can you take me to bed?"

Henry's eyes were full of amusement, not exposing her awkwardness. "Let's go."

Zoey obediently followed behind him, praying he hadn't heard Claire's words.

Finally, they reached the front of the castle, where a middle-aged woman with glasses, her hair in a bun, wearing a black suit, was standing.

Her face was originally expressionless, but when she saw Zoey behind Henry, her eyes under the glasses couldn't hide her surprise.

After regaining her composure, she immediately walked to Henry's side, carefully asking, "Mr. Windsor, is this your friend?"

Although she asked this, she had already labeled Zoey in her mind. 'Such a young and beautiful girl couldn't be just his friend.'

Henry just nodded slightly. "Lally, this is Zoey. She will be staying here for a few days. I'll take her to her room first. Have the kitchen prepare some fever medicine and bring it in."

Zoey looked at Lally Marie, her face showing a sweet smile. "Hello, Lally, sorry for the trouble these days."

This smile left Lally stunned.

In her forty years of life, it was the first time she'd seen a girl so beautiful and radiant, whose smile was like a warm, shining sun.

Looking at her delicate face, Lally suspected she was only fifteen or sixteen.

Lally's thoughts turned, and she smiled at Zoey. "Miss Spencer, you wouldn't be under eighteen, would you?"

Zoey said, "I'm twenty-one."

After hearing this, Lally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Henry's father, Alfred Windsor, and Henry's mother, Hazel Bennett, were anxious about Henry's marriage, if Henry really found an underage girl, they would make Henry kneel and teach him a lesson.

"Let's go. I'll take you to my room." Henry spoke to Zoey after they finished talking.

"Okay. Wait, to... to your room?"

Zoey belatedly realized, her voice stuttering.

'How could he take me to his room? Alone together in a room, can we avoid getting carried away?'