Chapter 29

"Alright, if you feel sick, just call me."

Henry's words made Zoey feel a bit more at ease.

As he headed to the living room, Zoey quickly locked the bedroom door from the inside, finally feeling a sense of relief.

Even though she tried to be quiet, Henry still heard the click of the lock.

Henry found it both funny and a bit annoying. If it were any other woman, she wouldn't be locking the door; she'd be all over him by now.

'Whatever, she's not feeling well. No point in getting into it with her,' he thought.

Zoey confidently stripped off her clothes and dashed into the bathroom for a shower.

Even though there was a big bathtub, she didn't dare to use it. She just stood under the showerhead for a quick rinse.

After her shower, as she was about to put on her bathrobe, she slipped and fell.

"Ah!" The pain in her butt was intense, making her face go pale.

Henry, who had just settled on the sofa, immediately sat up and knocked on the bedroom door. "Zoey, you okay?"

Zoey didn't hear him at all.

Not getting a response, Henry got worried. Instead of wasting time looking for Lally to get the key, he kicked the door open with one powerful blow, causing it to crash down. He rushed to the bathroom, easily opened the unlocked door and saw Zoey sitting naked on the floor.

Zoey's wet hair was draped over her shoulders, her body smooth and incredibly alluring.

Henry's breathing got heavy. He fought his desires, and covered her up with a bathrobe, hiding her distracting chest. He bent down and lifted her off the floor.

"What are you doing? Put me down!" Zoey snapped out of it and started struggling in his arms, trying to get free while yelling.

"If you keep moving, I won't leave the bedroom tonight." Henry's voice was rough, holding back his emotions.

The threat worked. Zoey finally calmed down, but her eyes kept darting to him nervously.

She thought he didn't notice, but Henry saw everything.

Those quick glances felt like little brush to his heart, driving him crazy.

Finally, he placed her on the bed. She immediately burrowed under the blanket, wrapping herself up tightly, leaving only her eyes visible. "Mr. Windsor, I'm fine now."

At that moment, she really wished Claire was there with her.

Henry silently looked at her for a moment, then turned and went into the bathroom.

'Is he going to take a shower too? But why didn't he close the door? Is he trying to seduce me?' As soon as the thought crossed her mind, Zoey shook her head. 'What am I thinking?'

Henry came back with a hairdryer. "Turn around."

"Huh?" Zoey stared at Henry, confused.

"Do you want to sleep with wet hair?"

Zoey realized her hair was still wet. "I can dry it myself."

Henry didn't say a word, just kept staring at Zoey.

After a few seconds of awkward eye contact, she finally turned around.

Soon, the only sound in the room was the hum of the hairdryer.

The warm air made Zoey's eyelids heavy, and she drifted off, hugging the blanket.

Henry touched her now-dry hair and looked at her peaceful sleeping face. He sighed and gently ruffled her hair. "You fall asleep so fast."

He turned off the light and left the room.

Lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, he couldn't stop the image of Zoey's graceful figure from popping into his mind.

An hour later, Henry got up and went downstairs. "Lally, make me a bowl of that nutritional soup my mom sent."

This was the first time Henry had actually asked for it. Normally, he would only drink it when Lally brought it to him twice a week, as per Hazel's instructions.

Now he wanted it because it could help him sleep.

Lally thought, 'Mr. Windsor must be worried about the age gap between him and Zoey and is trying to take better care of himself.'

"Mr. Windsor, please wait a moment. I'll make it right away."

Lally opened the fridge, grabbed one of the herbal packs, and started making the soup.

Fifteen minutes later, she brought it to Henry.

Henry drank it in one gulp, noticing the taste was a bit off, maybe due to some added herbs.

He didn't think much of it, handed the empty bowl to Lally, and went back upstairs.

Lally returned to the kitchen to clean up. As she was about to throw away the empty herbal pack, she saw the writing on it and her eyes widened.

'Oh no, I mixed up the aphrodisiac herbal medicine with the nutritional soup,' she realized.

This medicine would make Henry even more vigorous. Zoey was still running a fever; how could she handle this?

Lally's face turned pale with fear.

Henry returned to the bedroom, and within two minutes of lying down, the restlessness in his heart only grew more intense instead of subsiding.

He felt increasingly uncomfortable, even his throat felt like it was on fire, and the blue silk pajamas he wore felt suffocating.

There was a knock on the door. He opened it, annoyed, to find Lally standing there with a glass of ice water. "Mr. Windsor, are you thirsty?"

Henry took the ice water and drank it down, finally suppressing the rising heat.

"What herbs did you add to the soup?" He quickly realized his body's changes were related to the soup.

Lally, terrified, bowed and apologized. "I'm sorry, Mr. Windsor, I mixed up the aphrodisiac herbal medicine Mrs. Windsor brought with your usual nutritional soup."

Herbal medicine?

Lally continued, "Mr. Windsor, you know Miss Spencer has a fever and is weak. She can't handle any exertion. For the sake of the future, please hold back your desires, no matter what."

Henry's face grew darker. "Get out."

"Yes, sir." Lally didn't dare say more, as Henry was clearly angry.

She could only silently pray, hoping Zoey would be okay tonight.