Chapter 107

Henry didn’t say anything right away, and the whole car went quiet. Honestly, maybe I was just being delusional. If Lena wasn’t living there, forget about me moving back in—Henry probably wouldn’t even blink if he handed the entire villa to me. But now that there’s a "depressed patient" already there, there’s no way he’d kick her out for me. About halfway there, Henry suddenly narrowed his eyes and barked, “Stop the car!” That commanding tone of his? Total habit from barking orders at work. He didn’t even bother softening it. The driver got so startled he slammed on the brakes. With a loud screech, inertia threw both of us forward in the backseat. I managed to catch myself just in time by grabbing the seat in front, but poor Henry—who’d had way too much to drink—smashed his head right into the back of the passenger seat with a solid thud. It made my chest tighten. I quickly steadied him. “Hey, are you okay? Does it hurt?” He groaned a bit, but didn’t answer me. Instead, he lifted his h