Chapter 201

I felt like I'd sleepwalked straight into a dream, my mind blank, like I'd shut myself off completely. When I finally came to, I was wrapped in that familiar cologne. I opened my eyes a little and saw Henry Smith's face softened under the moonlight, looking gentle like polished jade. He kissed the damp corner of my eye and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why’re you crying?" "It’s definitely not because of you," I said, pushing him away. I sat up and flipped on the light. My eyes had been swollen from crying in the dark, and the sudden brightness made them sting. I squinted, refusing to look at him. But he chuckled lowly. "Of course. I'm not dead yet—no need for mourning." I stared at him, acting like nothing happened, and my anger exploded. I yelled, "Even if you were dead, it wouldn't be me crying. That’d be Vera Clark's job, right?" He immediately grabbed my hand, trying to calm me down. "You know tonight was all for show." Then he lit a cigarette. Smoke curled up in the air, partly hiding