Chapter 67

Travis took an instant dislike to Alexander the moment he laid eyes on him.

Zoey ruffled Travis's hair. "Don't be like that, he's a guest in our home."

Travis pouted, clearly upset. "He just confessed to you at the door. He must be one of your suitors, but his behavior is terrible. If he really liked you, he should've brought you roses. You only like roses."

Alexander felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him at the kid's bluntness.

Truth be told, he had no idea what kind of flowers Zoey liked.

But flowers were the least of his worries now; he felt completely blindsided.

"Zoey, so you have kids and you didn't tell me?"

Zoey looked at him, amused. "Did you ever ask if I had kids?"

Even though Zoey had a point, Alexander was still fuming. "Since you're already a mother, you're not good enough for me. We can't get married, but you can be my lover. Stick with me, and I'll help you get your mom's company back."

Alexander's plan was clear: he had no intention of being a stepdad. But without Zoey, he'd lose his shot at reclaiming his shares.

Plus, he was really into Zoey and wanted to sleep with her. He wasn't ready to walk away.

"Who said Zoey needed your help?"

A familiar authoritative voice came from the entrance, and Alexander saw Henry standing behind Zoey, completely stunned.

"Mr. Windsor, what are you doing here?" Alexander finally managed to speak, still in shock.

"I live right across from Zoey." Henry said, placing a hand on Zoey's shoulder.

Zoey pursed her lips but didn't push Henry away.

Alexander couldn't believe what he was seeing. What was going on?

Why was Henry's hand so casually on Zoey's shoulder?

Was he imagining things?

Wasn't Henry supposed to be living in a mansion? Why was he in an apartment?

Before Alexander could wrap his head around it, Henry spoke coldly, "If I hear you talk like that again, I'll cut all business between the Windsor family and the Brown Group. Go tell your mother I'm not kidding."

Alexander nodded frantically. "Mr. Windsor, I understand."

"Get out. And don't ever call her Zoe again. Her nickname isn't for you to use, got it?"

Henry's icy stare made Alexander too scared to argue. He quickly got into the elevator.

"Mr. Windsor, you were so cool just now." As the elevator doors closed, Zoey gave Henry a thumbs up.

Seeing Zoey's slightly sheepish and flattering expression, Henry snorted, wrapped his arm around her shoulder, and led her out the door. After closing Zoey's door, he opened his own and took Zoey inside with him.

"Claire, where is Henry taking Mom? Aren't they having dinner?"

Travis watched them leave, confused, and asked Claire.

Claire silently prayed for Zoey, hoping she could calm Henry down.

But on the surface, she stayed calm, adding a sausage to Travis and Gabriel's bowls. "Let's eat first. They have something to discuss and will be back soon."

Gabriel stared at the door for a bit before turning back to his sausage.

Travis didn't care about anything else, as long as Zoey wasn't with that idiot from earlier.

Henry pressed Zoey onto the sofa. "I thought you really wanted to invite me to dinner, but it turns out you were using me to get rid of Alexander?"

He reached out, gently caressing Zoey's soft lips, fighting the urge to kiss her. "Tell me the truth, does Alexander have something on you that made you seek my influence?"

Zoey hesitated for a moment before spilling the truth. "It's Alexander's mother, Amelia. She has evidence of Arthur's past illegal activities. If that gets out, my mom's company is done for."

She added, "Amelia agreed not to expose it as long as I marry Alexander. I didn't expect Catherine to be so stupid, forcing Alexander to break up with her."

Henry's eyes narrowed, his mind racing.

Zoey continued, "Mr. Windsor, I was about to tell you this at the dinner table. But then Alexander showed up, so I didn't get the chance."

Henry looked at her innocent eyes, her pitiful and endearing appearance. It was a stark contrast to the Zoey from last night, who had been reprimanding those scoundrels in Miguel's basement, almost like she was a different person.

He touched her cheek. "I've helped you again this time. Are you planning to invite me to another meal?"

"I'll take you to a five-star restaurant next time..."

Before Zoey could finish, Henry kissed her soft lips.

His kiss was gentle yet commanding, making Zoey almost unable to breathe.

After a long time, Henry reluctantly let her go.

Seeing Zoey's eyes dazed from his kiss, Henry's eyes darkened.

"This kiss is only a small payment on the favor you're indebted to me for. When Amelia hands over Arthur's illegal evidence to me, I'll want more." He kissed Zoey's forehead.

Zoey was stunned for a moment, then widened her eyes. "Mr. Windsor, are you willing to help me get Arthur's illegal evidence?"

She had been racking her brain on how to persuade Henry to help her because as long as Henry asked for the evidence from Amelia, she would definitely hand it over immediately.

"No need for me to ask. Amelia will come to me by tomorrow at the latest."

As Henry spoke, he reached out to tidy Zoey's messy hair and rebuttoned her clothes before pulling her up from the sofa.

Zoey was happy at first, then a bit worried.

She thought, 'Next time Henry wants more? Does he want to sleep with me?'

"Let's go. The food must be cold by now, and Gabriel and Travis might come looking for us."

Henry observed Zoey's conflicted expression, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth before swiftly disappearing.