Ex-husband's Sweet Trap

Chapter 65 Henry Maynard Was Her Only Hope

Henry narrowed his eyes dangerously, then lifted himself off her suddenly and left the room. Luz saw

his eyelashes trembling when he turned away.

With a bang, the door slammed shut behind him. She felt as if a knife had slashed through the scabs

over the wounds again. She stared blankly at the wooden door with peeling paint as if it was the same

door that had closed her off from the last hope she had from seven years ago.

"Henry, can you help me? Can you help the Boone Family?"

She was weak, helpless, and heavily pregnant, tugging on his sleeves pleadingly. The cold diamonds

on his cuffs were just like his attitude towards her.

"You want me to help you with the Boone Family?"

The tall and handsome figure looked down at her. Although the smile on his thin lips was faint, it was

still good looking enough to make her catch her breath.

"Yes, only you can help me. I can't just watch the Boone family disappear like this. That's my parents'

life's work. Please help the Boone family."

She cried so hard that she could hardly breathe, and her heart ached because of her parents. The

people who loved her unconditionally had just disappeared suddenly, leaving the perfect life she had

visualized in shambles, weighing her down painfully.

Henry was her only hope.

But her only hope just lifted her chin with his fingers and smiled coldly at her. "I can help you, but tell

me, who is the father of the child you carry? Is it Declan Carver's?"

"..."

At that moment, she heard the sound of all her hopes collapsing in her heart.

She waited for three months before she got pregnant and endured the pain of morning sickness. She

had gone through all the discomfort of carrying a child, and yet he was questioning the legitimacy of the

child in her belly.

Tears welled up in her eyes. She felt so wronged.

The happy and beautiful life she had turned grey all of a sudden. She just sat on the bed, stunned,

watching his smile become colder and more merciless.

How could her child be Declan's?

But she did not have the strength to explain. She did not want to experience the same hopelessness

again, and she was afraid that he would just condemn all her explanations as excuses for her crimes.

Her tears fell onto her loose dress. Her heart was also dripping red tears.

The cold touch awakened that memory. She looked at the teardrops on her knees and was stunned for

a long time before she raised her hand to wipe away her tears.

She actually cried again.

It was like that night seven years ago when it was raining, but her heart was in so much pain that she

couldn't feel anything.

She sniffed and lay back on the bed. She didn't want to cry. She didn't want to suffer like she did seven

years ago.

Henry paced restlessly in the yard, getting more and more annoyed. They had been getting along well

these few days. Why did he say that just now?

He looked at the closed door.

He wanted to walk over, but he didn't know how to face the woman inside.

He patted his pockets and realized that he had changed into some borrowed clothes, so he did not

have any cigarettes with him.

"Luz, what should I do with you?"

He stood outside in the cold for a little over an hour before going back into the room. They should talk.

He pushed the door open and saw her lying on the bed. She was curled up, like a helpless kitten in

need of protection.

Henry's eyes softened as he approached her.

"Luz, let's... talk."

His low voice seemed to take a lot of effort to squeeze out. It was hard for him to admit that he hadn't

been happy in the last seven years.

However, the person on the bed did not move. Her shallow breathing followed the rhythm of the rise

and fall of her chest.

He frowned. She had fallen asleep.

Feeling exasperated, he climbed into bed as well, but he glimpsed a hint of a tear in the corners of her

eyes. It felt like something had stabbed him in the heart. He could see, in his mind's eye, the way she

curled up on the bed and cried.

"Why are you crying?"

While muttering to himself, he gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingers.

He felt sad when she cried.

With a helpless sigh, he lay down beside her. Like the past few nights, he took her into his arms. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

"Luz Boone, you're the only person who can make me feel so helpless in all of North City." He thought.

In her dream, Luz was very sad, but she didn't know why the painful dream gradually became warmer.

The warmth dispelled all the sadness in her dreams, and she fell into a deeper sleep.

When she woke up, she was the only one in the room. She felt her eyes tentatively. They were slightly

swollen.

She secretly scolded herself for being disappointing. If she went out like this, everyone would know that

she had cried last night.

"Luz, come on out and have breakfast." The woman, farmer's wife, shouted from outside.

"I'm not hungry yet. You don't have to wait for me." She could only hope that the swelling would subside

before noon. She couldn't just starve for the rest of the day.

"Okay, get some more of your beauty sleep.

I'll ask your man to bring you some food later."

"Don't..."

Before she could finish her words, she heard the woman's penetrating voice coming from somewhere

else.

A familiar sound of footsteps came from outside the door. She simply lay back on the bed and

pretended to be asleep.

"Get up and eat."

"I'm not hungry." As