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Chapter 391

Chapter 391:

For Khloe, this was her simple method of bringing joy to others—by providing practical solutions.

Henrik looked up, his deep-set eyes locking with hers. Had anyone else commented on his scar with the

suggestion to erase it, he might have responded with fury. But coming from Khloe, it sparked unexpected

happiness within him. His face broke into a playful smile. “Do you like my hands?”

“Yes, | like them,” Khloe responded smoothly, her gaze fixed on the scar as she contemplated the components

for the healing salve.

“If you'd like, | can give my hands to you.” The warmth in his voice belied the unsettling nature of his words.

“What?” Confused, Khloe raised her eyebrows, having missed what he said. Henrik just flashed a reassuring

smile and chose not to repeat himself. “When will it be ready?”

“I've just been accepted by Zhecrora University under special consideration, so I'll get it done today. | need to

head to the lab for a class anyway.”

“We should eat then. I'll drive you to your university after,” Henrik suggested, feeding her sfood.

Khloe accepted his help since she was dealing with the soreness in her arms from the previous night's ordeal.

After their meal, Henrik drove Khloe to the university.

Simultaneously, Eric, who had also spent a sleepless night, got up early to prepare flowers and gifts, waiting at

the university's entrance. News of Khloe’s special admission had spread, and Eric was confident she would show

up for her classes today, given her dedication. Despite her outstanding performance at the National

Biopharmaceutical Competition just yesterday, Khloe was not about to miss a day at Zhecrora University.

Eventually, after several hours of waiting, a recognizable vehicle arrived at the university entrance—Henrik’s car.

Henrik had picked Khloe up late last night and was now dropping her off. Had they been together all night? Such

a thought triggered an intense fury in Eric, causing a sensation like ants crawling under his skin. He was tempted

to rush over and pull Khloe from Henrik’s car. Yet, he managed to control himself, tightly balling his hands into

fists, mindful that now was not the moment to provoke Henrik.

As he kept his focus on the car, the window lowered to reveal Khloe's lovely face. Gone was her usual reserved

air; she leaned against Henrik’s shoulder, curled up in a pose reminiscent of a sleeping cat. In silence, Henrik

looked on, his arm firmly encircling her, making them look like a couple deeply in love.

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Inside the car, Khloe continued her slumber for an additional ten minutes until it was nearly tfor her class.

Henrik then softly nudged her back to wake her.

Bleary-eyed, Khloe looked around. “Are we there?”

“Your class is starting in ten minutes,” Henrik replied softly.

Khloe immediately sat up. “I have to run. I'll be back late. Don’t feel obliged to pickup if you've got plans.”

“I'm free today. Just givea call when you're done,” Henrik replied, maintaining eye contact.

Khloe paused for a second before giving Henrik a quick kiss on the lips. “Thank you.”

Her gratitude towards Henrik for his support yesterday and previously was profound. As long as it didn’t clash

with her moral code, Khloe was willing to engage with Henrik in ways that made him happy.

With a smile twinkling in his eyes, Henrik said, “Go on.”

After stepping out of the car, Khloe made her way into the school.

Henrik watched her until she was out of sight, then turned a stern and cold gaze towards Eric's car parked

nearby. With an expression as cold as ice, he instructed his driver, “Pull him out of that car.”

Henrik possessed an innate ability to sense hostility and malevolence. The instant Eric's envious eyes settled on

him, Henrik pinpointed Eric's location with ease. The deep jealousy and evident hatred radiating from Eric as he

watched Henrik and Khloe seemed to ignite Henrik’s own anger.

To Henrik, Khloe was his woman, and the sight of another man yearning for her was intolerable. Had it not been

for his desire to keep Khloe unsuspecting, Henrik might have already dealt Eric a severe reprimand.

Alan, positioned at the driver's seat, executed Henrik’s command and exited the vehicle. He approached Eric's

car and knocked on the window. Inside, Eric's face was set in a stern mask as he ignored the disturbance.

Outside, a cold smirk playing on his lips, Alan suddenly struck the window with a forceful punch, shattering the

glass of Eric’s vehicle.

Eric's expression turned from shock to fury. As he opened his mouth to curse, Alan’s grip was already tight

around his neck. Alan reached through the broken window, unlocked the car, and yanked Eric out, dragging him

toward Henrik’s vehicle.

Passing students threw startled, fearful looks their way, but Alan’s threatening presence deterred any

intervention. Once Eric was dragged over, a team of Henrik’s well-trained subordinates quickly formed a circle

around the scene, preventing it from being seen by onlookers.

“Kneel,” Alan shouted, forcing Eric to his knees.

“Release me! You're just a lapdog; how dare you treatthis way? Are you looking for trouble?” Eric yelled.

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