"I know very well that my identity and status are not good enough for this elevator." Monique pursed her lips and snorted coldly.
She clenched her fists tightly and her nails dug deeply into her palms. She felt suffocated.
She wanted to resist.
However, Henry had pressed the button on the elevator, and the door had been closed.
"You can do it as I said." Henry's eyes darkened slightly.
His handsome face and dark eyes were as deep as a pool.
"Ha-ha." Monique sneered.
He said everything.
He said yes when he said so.
He said it couldn't be ok when he said so.
He would never ask for her opinion.
Maybe she was stimulated by the sentence "my woman" this morning.
At this time, Monique was like a furious cat.
Looking at her angry face, Henry was curious and distressed.
He stretched out his long and slender palm and stroked Monique's soft hair, as if he was stroking a kitten's hair.
"Don't be angry." There was a hint of awkwardness in the low female voice.
Henry did not comfort anyone, but he really did not know how to comfort others.
Monique stood there in a daze and looked at Henry.
He lowered his head and his handsome eyes were so attractive. Was he just coaxing her?
Although it was just a simple sentence, it contained infinite charm.
It made Monique, who had been irritated, angry.
It instantly quieted down.
Her bright almond-shaped eyes stared blankly at Henry for a while.
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