Chapter 190

The bar was all neon lights and blaring music, the kind of place buzzing with action, but to someone like Henry, it was just noise. He leaned against the counter, quietly watching the chaos, feeling like the only person in the room not having fun. Drowning in his own mess of emotions, Henry could only count on alcohol to take the edge off—it wasn't his usual thing, but tonight? He needed it. He tilted his glass back, downed it in one go, and poured himself another. People around the place had definitely noticed him—his sharp looks, that clean-cut vibe, suit that screamed money. More than a few were tempted, but it was clear this guy wasn't easy to approach. Most just watched from a safe distance. Then someone finally made a move. "Drinking alone, handsome?" A heavily made-up woman strutted over. She had on a tight mini skirt, curves that turned heads—not shy in the least. Henry didn't even spare her a glance, just kept sipping his drink like she wasn't there. Her smile faltered, eyes d