Chapter 91

John had this idea to have the bodyguards lug the two little cars upstairs, but out of nowhere, Henry just brought Gabriel and Travis and himself.

When John saw Gabriel and Travis hop into the cars and start zooming around the neighborhood without needing any help, he couldn't help but be impressed. Those kids were sharp, just like their dad, Henry.

But since they were still under three, John made sure the bodyguards stuck close to them, just in case.

Henry watched his boys driving around, laughing their heads off, and felt a wave of happiness wash over him.

He pulled Zoey into a hug and kissed her forehead. "Are you happy?"

Zoey blushed a little. "Don't buy them any more toys, okay? You'll spoil them."

"No way, they're perfect little angels."

Henry looked at her flushed cheeks, a passionate glint in his eyes.

Zoey didn't catch the change in his expression and just asked, "Henry, how'd you get back so fast? Done with work already?"

Henry nodded. "Yeah, wrapped it up early. You gotta head to the set later, right? I'll take you."

He didn't mention that he rushed back because he was worried about her.

Gabriel and Travis drove around for almost half an hour before they got tired. Zoey and Henry each carried one of them upstairs.

John had the bodyguards bring the little cars up too.

After handing the kids off to Claire, Henry took Zoey to the set.

Zoey asked, "Mr. Windsor, aren't you tired from coming back to Maple City so early?"

They'd been on the phone until after eleven last night, so Henry must've slept late. And it takes over two hours to get from Starlight City to Maple City, so he must've gotten up super early.

Even though Henry looked full of energy, Zoey was worried he was pushing himself too hard.

Henry shook his head. "I got some rest on the plane; I'm good."

Hearing that, Zoey felt her worry was for nothing.

Henry had flown back on a private jet, so he could rest up without any hassle.

When they got to the set, the producer and Beckett greeted them warmly.

"Mr. Windsor, didn't expect to see you here! Want a tour of the set?"

The producer had this overly eager smile, one even Beckett couldn't match, making Zoey roll her eyes a bit.

But she got it. Henry was the big investor in the movie, a major player for the producer.

Henry politely turned down the offer. "No need, I'm just here with Zoey. You guys keep doing your thing, don't mind me." But Henry's presence was just too commanding.

Besides being the movie's investor, he was so good-looking it was impossible to overlook him.

If Henry ever wanted to get into acting, he'd be a superstar in no time.

The producer still wanted to butter Henry up, but seeing Henry's impatient look and Zoey not stepping in to help, he had to zip it for now.

James walked up and greeted Henry, "Mr. Windsor, hello."

Henry gave him a frosty look. "You James?"

With just that one question, the air around them seemed to freeze, making James sweat bullets.

"Yes, Mr. Windsor, I'm James, the male lead in this movie."

Zoey knew why Henry was giving James the cold shoulder—it had to be about what went down yesterday.

From the way the crew was acting, it seemed like James hadn't spilled the beans about the kidnapping.

She got on her tiptoes and whispered in Henry's ear, "Mr. Windsor, the crew doesn't know about James getting kidnapped yesterday, and I want to keep it that way."

Her breath tickled Henry's ear, making his eyes darken a bit.

"Got it," he said, pushing down the anger bubbling up inside him.

Zoey didn't notice his reaction and just felt relieved.

She turned to James. "Mr. Garcia, my friend should have reached out to you, right?"

James, who had been sweating bullets because of Henry, suddenly looked excited.

"Yes, Ms. Cavendish, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have landed that high-end brand deal."

Zoey gave a small smile. "It's the least I could do. You got caught up in this because of me." Even though he was scared out of his mind during the kidnapping, thinking he was done for, things had turned around. Not only was he safe, but he also scored a better endorsement deal.

Calla was right—it was a blessing in disguise.

If it weren't for Henry's icy stare, James would have thanked Zoey more sincerely.

Without dragging it out, Zoey took Henry's arm and headed to the lounge.

Not far off, Emma's assistant watched Henry walk away with a longing look and said to her, "Emma, this is a golden opportunity. Why don't you go say hi to Mr. Windsor?"

She added, "You're gorgeous, and you're just the type of girl men go for. Maybe Mr. Windsor will take a liking to you. Even if he only keeps you around for a year, it would be enough to secure your spot in the entertainment industry."

Emma's face stayed blank as she told her assistant, "Do you think Mr. Windsor is that easy to approach? You've heard how the original female lead of this movie got replaced and how miserable she is now."

"Mr. Windsor's crush on Ms. Cavendish tells us she's not just any woman. I just need to do a good job on this movie. Don't be too greedy."

The assistant looked frustrated but didn't dare push it.

Otherwise, if Emma fired her, she'd be in real trouble.

As soon as they got into the lounge, Henry suddenly scooped Zoey up.

"What are you doing?" Zoey was startled, and before she could react, he set her down on the sofa.

In the next moment, he leaned in and kissed her, a kiss he'd been craving for days.

Henry's kiss was like a storm, sudden and overwhelming, leaving Zoey no time to catch her breath.