Chapter 200

Chapter 200

In the crowd, George was being held by the girl's hand, preventing him from chasing after her.

"She already knows everything anyway. Even if you chase after her, will she forgive you? Explaining won't help. She saw it all." The girl didn't care about her image at all.

George really didn't chase after her.

The girl pulled George back into the elevator.

Henry was amazed that even after being caught, they still dared to mess around in this hotel.

The rain was heavy. Henry borrowed an umbrella from the front desk and went out.

He looked left and right, not knowing which way Ophelia had run. In such heavy rain, where could she have gone?

Henry asked the security guards at the entrance, but they said they hadn't seen anyone run out.

Henry turned back and went to search the other direction.

After circling around the hotel, he finally spotted Ophelia crouching in a corner.

There was an overhang above that spot, but with the rain this heavy, it barely provided any shelter.

She huddled there like an abandoned kitten with nowhere to go, looking pitiful.

Henry walked over and held the umbrella over her, blocking out the merciless rain.

Ophelia lifted her head, first looking at the umbrella, then at the person.

The moment she saw it was Henry, a flash of evasion crossed her eyes, and she stood up ready to run.

Henry grabbed her hand and pulled her back under the umbrella. "Where are you going in this heavy rain?"

"It's none of your business." She tried to shake off his hand, her voice full of tears.

"I'm not trying to control you." Henry didn't let go. "You're an adult. When something happens, you can feel sad and upset, you can cry. But don't mess with your own health. In this heavy rain, if you get sick, won't your mom worry about you?"

Henry's voice wasn't loud, but his tone was somewhat serious.

Ophelia stopped, and her struggling weakened.

Henry also let go of her. Looking at her soaked state, he said, "Go take a hot shower first, change your clothes, pull yourself together. Don't hurt yourself over someone who hurt you."

Ophelia bit her lip, feeling terrible inside.

"I want to go home."

"In this heavy rain, forget about how hard it is to get a taxi right now - even if you did get one, looking like this, which driver would be willing to take you?" Henry knew what she was worried about. "I'm a person, not an animal. If I had any thoughts about you at a time like this, I wouldn't be human."

Ophelia kept her head down, tears mixing with rainwater, her heart numb.

Henry asked her, "Will you walk on your own, or should I hold your hand?"

"I'll walk on my own." Ophelia took in what he said. She felt he had a point - at a time like this, he wouldn't try anything with her.

Walking into the hotel, the guests had already left.

In the elevator, Ophelia hugged herself, sniffling the whole time.

Henry looked at her, wanted to say something, then gave up.

After opening the door, he led her to the bathroom in the bedroom.

"You shower first, I'll find you some clean clothes." After giving instructions, Henry went back out.

More than ten minutes later, Henry returned carrying a shopping bag. He placed the bag at the bathroom door, knocked once, and said, "The clothes are at the door. Take them when you're done showering. I'm going out."

He closed the door and stood by the floor-to-ceiling window smoking. The rain showed no signs of stopping - even the buildings outside were barely visible.

After finishing one cigarette, the bedroom door opened.

Ophelia came out with her head down, cautiously glancing up at him.

The clothes included everything from inside to out. Her face had been a bit red when she put them on.

George had never bought her intimate clothing. At most, he'd bought sanitary pads.

Back then, when she asked him to buy sanitary pads, he said which guy goes to buy feminine products. People would laugh at him if they saw.

But in the end, he still went and bought them.

How could Henry have the nerve to buy girls' intimate clothing?

Oh, maybe he'd been with so many women that he'd long since become shameless.

"Are you okay?" Henry saw her swollen eyes and figured she'd had another crying session in the bathroom.

It was fine until he asked. Once he did, the tears came.

Ophelia wiped her tears, said nothing, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed.

Henry frowned. He walked over, pulled out some tissues and handed them to her. "You're so young, running into a jerk is normal. At least you found out early and can break up in time."

At this, Ophelia couldn't hold back anymore.

She'd only been sobbing before, but now she cried out loud.

She crouched on the floor, hugging her legs, in the same position as when he'd found her, burying her face in her knees and crying hard.

Henry got a headache hearing her cry, and his heart felt chaotic.

It wasn't that he didn't know how to comfort girls, but when she cried, he felt a bit helpless.

He didn't dare hug her or wipe her tears, afraid she'd think he was trying something.

The distance he'd finally managed to close - he didn't want to lose it just like that.

He waited quietly for her crying to quiet down, then got her a glass of water and gently touched her shoulder. "Stop crying, drink some water first."

Ophelia sniffed hard, lifted her head, her face covered in tears, the man in front of her just a blur.

"He said he only liked me." Ophelia choked up.

Even now she couldn't understand why someone who was so good to her would get involved with another woman.

He respected her so much, even asking for her permission before kissing her. How could he get a hotel room with another woman?

He said he liked girls who respected themselves.

She clearly respected herself, so why did he treat her this way?

Tears fell uncontrollably again.

Henry's head hurt. He pulled her up in one motion. "Stop crying!"

His shout startled Ophelia at first, then she pursed her lips and cried again, only this time she cried without any dignity, like a kid who couldn't get candy, mouth open as she wailed.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he'd done something to her.

"Him betraying you is his lack of judgment, not your fault. Even if you cry yourself blind over him right now, he won't even know."

Henry didn't know what approach would work with her. "If I were you, I wouldn't cry. I'd find a better, more outstanding boyfriend than him, let him know that you deserve better. Him not wanting you is his loss."

Ophelia was still crying with her mouth open, but her crying got a bit quieter. Tears hung on her lashes. "Are you trying to say you're more outstanding than him?"

Henry didn't know how to answer.

He swore that when he said those words, he really hadn't been thinking of himself - it was just advice.

"You're not exactly a good person either."

Henry didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He didn't even know if he should be angry.

At a time like this, she was still saying he wasn't a good person.

He opened his mouth, put his hands on his hips, took a deep breath, and stared at her. "How am I not a good person? Have I done anything to you?"

Ophelia hiccupped and asked him back, "Don't you want to do something to me?"