Chapter 93 Henry's Gone
"Are you sure we shouldn't go to your parents' house first?" Audrey asked hesitantly as they walked through the lobby of Elliot's apartment building.
Elliot just shook his head briefly, guiding her toward the elevator with a hand on her waist.
"But your mom wanted us to stop by..."
"If we go there, we won't get any rest. Especially with Mom there." Elliot guided her into the open elevator, his arm tightening around her waist as he leaned against the wall. "Trust me. She won't stop asking questions—from the moment we boarded the plane to the moment we landed. Not a single detail will be spared."
Audrey laughed softly, resting her head against his chest. "I know she's curious. But I still feel a little bad."
"We'll go tomorrow." He kissed her forehead briefly.
The elevator dinged. They'd arrived.
Elliot took her hand and led her out.
The moment they stepped into the apartment, Audrey exhaled in relief. "Finally..."
Elliot closed the door behind them, then walked up to his wife, wrapping his arms around her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder.
"Are you tired?" His voice was low.
She nodded slightly. "A little."
He grinned mischievously. "Then how about we—"
She shot him a warning glare. "Rest."
"But it's only eight—"
Her glare intensified.
He pouted dramatically, then released her with exaggerated reluctance. "Fine, fine. I obey, my wife."
She smiled, satisfied. But as she started toward the bedroom, she hesitated.
"What's wrong?" He was behind her again, arms wrapping around her waist.
"Um..." She glanced back at him, awkward. "Where do I... sleep?"
He blinked, almost unable to believe the question. Then his lips curved into that familiar, knowing smile. "Baby, are you seriously asking that?"
She looked away quickly, realizing how stupid that sounded. "I mean... I just... what I meant was..."
He chuckled softly, pulling her closer by the waist. "You sleep in my bed, baby. With me."
Her cheeks warmed. Even though they were legally husband and wife, hearing him say it with such possession still made her nervous.
He tilted his head, resting his chin on top of hers. "You want to sleep separately?" His voice turned pitiful. "But in the Maldives, we always slept together... even in certain—"
She clamped a hand over his mouth. "Don't you dare finish that!"
He just laughed and guided her toward the master bedroom.
Once inside, Audrey felt a flicker of unease. She remembered why she'd first ended up in this room.
Elliot noticed the shift immediately. He squeezed her hand gently. "Hey. What is it?"
"Oh, nothing..." She smiled stiffly. She didn't want to burden him with her issues again. She needed to be stronger.
"Don't do that." His voice carried a hint of complaint. "I won't know what you're thinking if you don't tell me..."
Hesitant, she looked at him. The concern in his eyes made her feel guilty for hiding things.
"It's just... I remembered when I was recovering here."
He paused. His chest tightened—he hadn't realized the effect still lingered. "Do you want to move to another room?"
"No, no." She shook her head quickly. "I'll be fine—"
"I don't want you to force yourself, baby." His gaze was firm. "Don't push it."
She smiled softly, looking at him deeply. "You're here. I know I'll be fine."
Whatever expression crossed his face at that compliment, Elliot couldn't quite tell. But his heart raced, and he cleared his throat awkwardly. She laughed quietly.
"Want to shower first?" he asked, changing the subject.
She nodded.
"Since you're still a little uncomfortable in this room, I could join—"
She smacked his arm and walked toward the bathroom. "Seriously, Elliot! Don't you ever get tired? I can shower by myself!"
He just laughed, enjoying her flustered reaction. But the worry still lingered, remembering the last time she'd been alone in a bathroom—and what had happened.
"Baby." He caught her hand, kissed it slowly. "Call me if you feel anything. Anything at all."
She nodded and disappeared inside.
Then his phone buzzed. Marcus.
Elliot's expression shifted. He stepped onto the balcony, sliding the glass door closed behind him.
"Tell me."
"Sir." Marcus's voice was tense. "We have a problem."
Elliot's jaw tightened. "What kind of problem?"
"Henry. He's gone."
The words landed like a punch. Elliot gripped the railing. "Gone where?"
"We don't know. Vincent's people moved him. We tracked them to the old industrial district—then nothing. They must have had a boat waiting. We've been searching for two days, but... it's like he vanished."
Elliot's knuckles went white. "Two days? And you're telling me now?"
"Sir, I didn't want to interrupt your honeymoon. I thought we'd find him quickly. But they covered their tracks well. Whoever helped him knew what they were doing."
Elliot closed his eyes, forcing himself to breathe. The rage was there, but he pushed it down.
"Vincent's people," he said slowly. "They're still active?"