Chapter 51

Calvin's uncle was definitely a handful. Even if she could eventually sort it out, it wouldn't be a walk in the park.

"Mr. Windsor, if you ever need anything from me in the future, just let me know. I won't refuse," Zoey promised Henry earnestly.

"Really won't refuse?" Henry stepped closer, his eyes locking onto Zoey.

Zoey nodded eagerly.

Henry's lips curled into a smile. "Alright, I'll hold you to that."

Seeing his smile, Zoey felt a bit uneasy.

"Mom, the bad guys are caught, so we can eat now. I'm starving. Feel my tummy, it's so flat," Travis suddenly grabbed her hand and placed it on his belly.

Zoey snapped back to reality and looked at Henry. "Mr. Windsor, have you eaten?"

She figured Henry had more important things to do and wouldn't join them for a meal.

But Henry quickly replied, "No, I'll have someone set up a private room. What do you want to eat?"

Zoey then remembered this was Henry's hotel.

Claire chime in, "Mr. Windsor, you were so cool just now. If we knew this was your hotel, we would've called you when we got here. We could've reserved a private room. But the receptionist said there were no private rooms available."

Henry's face darkened, and he immediately called the receptionist over. "What's going on? How can the hotel have no private rooms?"

The receptionist turned pale with fear. "Mr. Windsor, I didn't mean to. I just saw they were dressed plainly and thought they couldn't afford it, so I said the private rooms were fully booked."

Claire glared at the receptionist angrily. "That's so snobbish of you!"

Henry directly instructed the hotel manager nearby, "Tell the HR manager this receptionist doesn't need to come in tomorrow."

The receptionist wanted to plead. After all, the salary at the Divine Horizons Hotel was the best in Maple City; she wouldn't found a good joy easily if she got fired.

Unfortunately, the hotel manager didn't give her a chance and took her away.

Zoey watched the crying receptionist leave and hesitated before looking at Henry.

Before she could speak, Henry had already read her mind. "Don't try to persuade me. I can't keep people like that in the hotel. It's bad for business."

Claire chimed in. "Yeah, Zoey, think about it. What if a guest who could afford the presidential suite came today and was looked down upon by her because of simple attire? That would be a huge loss for the hotel."

Zoey knew she had a point, so she didn't bring it up again.

After dinner, Henry went home with them.

In the elevator, Zoey suddenly thought of something and said to Henry, "Henry, do you have time later?"

Henry looked at her. "What's up?"

She replied, "I have something to ask you. If you have time, I'll come to your place to talk."

Gabriel and Travis, having eaten their fill, were already dozing off.

It wouldn't be convenient for Henry to come to her apartment, so it was better for her to go to his room.

Henry's eyes twinkled with a hint of a smile. "Alright, you can come over directly."

"Okay, I'll put the kids to sleep and then come over," Zoey said.

When the elevator door opened, Zoey and Claire took the sleeping Gabriel and Travis from Henry and went into the room.

After gently placing the two on the bed and seeing they didn't wake up, Zoey and Claire quietly closed the door.

Claire then looked at Zoey. "Zoey, are you going to ask him to marry you to express gratitude?"

Zoey coughed, trying to compose herself. "What are you talking about? I really have something to ask Mr. Windsor."

Zoey always knew Claire's thoughts were wild, but she didn't expect them to be this outrageous.

Claire looked at her innocently. "But the words you said in the elevator really made it easy to misunderstand."

"Anyway, I definitely didn't mean that," Zoey said, opening the door and heading to Henry's room.

Just as she was about to press the doorbell, Henry, as if attuned to her thoughts, opened the door from inside.

"Come in," Henry smiled slightly at Zoey, his smile charming and alluring.

Zoey felt her heartbeat suddenly go erratic, even forgetting to speak to Henry.

By the time she came to her senses, Henry was already in the living room.

She steadied her breath, followed him in, and changed into the slippers Henry placed in front of her.

"Mr. Windsor, actually, I have something..." Zoey walked towards Henry, who was already sitting on the sofa. Initially intending to settle in the armchair diagonally across from him, she accidentally tripped one foot over the other, and with the slippers being too soft, she couldn't steady herself.

In the next moment, she fell into Henry's arms.

When she regained her composure, she found herself being held by Henry.

"Mr. Windsor, I didn't mean to..." Zoey wanted to get off Henry, but he lifted her chin and kissed her.

His kiss was gentle yet domineering, and Zoey had no strength to push him away.

As Henry kissed her, his desire grew uncontrollable. He stood up, picked her up, and headed upstairs to the bedroom.

Zoey finally calmed down and pushed Henry's chest hard, jumping off him.

"Mr. Windsor, I really came to ask you something. If you just want to have sex, I'll leave now," she looked at Henry angrily, though she was actually more upset with herself.

Because just now, Henry's kiss had already aroused her.

Henry grabbed her hand, suppressing his desire, and said hoarsely, "Go ahead, what do you want to ask me?"

Seeing he wasn't as intimidating as before, Zoey sat down beside him.

However, she kept a distance from Henry, still somewhat wary.

Henry saw her movement and felt helpless.

"I wanted to ask if you know the owner of Apex Group?" Zoey directly asked Henry.

Henry's face still bore a hint of a smile, but upon hearing her words, his handsome face immediately grew solemn.

"Why are you asking about Miguel Jimenez?" Henry's voice was cold, and he looked unhappy.