Chapter 82 Matching Pajamas

During the early days of their marriage, Henry had spent his nights at the company.

Once, Natalie had gathered her courage and called him. She had suppressed her sadness and asked nonchalantly, "Are you coming home tonight, Henry? Are you really going to leave your wife alone so soon after the wedding?"

"My wife? Did I ever acknowledge you as my wife?" Henry had scoffed in disdain. "I would never sleep in that house as long as you're staying there!"

And for the next three years, he'd done exactly that.

The only time he'd ever slept with her was by her orchestration, and even then, he wasn't even sober enough for it.

Was he breaking his own rule tonight?

Natalie followed him into the house.

When the butler, Amos, saw them returning home together, he was ecstatic. "Sir, you've finally persuaded Mrs. Chase to return home!"

Henry stopped in his tracks.

"I didn't have to do any persuading," he said, glancing at Natalie. "She came back by her own volition."

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