Chapter 34 Save the Beauty
Three scumbags struggled to get up, enduring the pain. Before they could react, Henry appeared before them like a ghost and rewarded each of them with a kick, sending them flying once again.
"Help me—"
Isabelle, obviously still hungover, lay on the ground, her legs weakly calling for help.
Seeing her clothes in disarray, with her shorts pulled up to her knees, Henry immediately turned around, adjusted her shorts, and then picked her up.
By this time, the three scumbags had already fled in panic.
Henry hesitated for a moment. Seeing Isabelle in her current state, he decided to let go of the three scumbags and take Isabelle home first.
Suddenly, Isabelle reached out a hand, wrapped her arms around Henry's neck, and said, "Oh, I remember now. Just now, a few hooligans tried to bully me, and you saved me."
Henry didn't reply. He simply carried her back to the residential area.
During this delay, Henry and Andrew and Emily, who were driving to the bar, passed by each other.
Henry found the keys on Isabelle and opened the door. After putting her down, he realized that his arms were covered in blood.
Isabelle, upon seeing this, quickly held her legs and screamed in panic, "Oh my, you made me bleed? Did you take my virginity? Sob—"
Henry was taken aback, thinking to himself: She hangs out with scumbags every day, and she's still a virgin?
While Isabelle cried, she used her small fists to pound on Henry's chest, her whole body trembling and unsteady.
Henry had no choice but to carry her to the bathroom again. He first made her face the toilet and then reached his hand into her throat.
Isabelle made a "gulping" sound in her throat and then leaned forward, continuously vomiting.
Just as she stopped, Henry reached his hand in again, and Isabelle vomited once more, with tears and mucus flowing, and her legs becoming weak.
If Henry hadn't held her back, she would have collapsed to the ground.
Henry noticed that Isabelle didn't vomit much food, but the smell of alcohol was overwhelming.
Needless to say, she must have been drinking without eating anything.
After vomiting for a while, Isabelle seemed to gradually regain some clarity. She lowered her head and saw that her legs and white shorts were all stained with blood.
"Henry, you dared to do this to me. I'll make you pay!"
Just as she was about to stand up, she suddenly rushed to the toilet and started dry heaving.
Henry waited expressionlessly until she finished. Seeing her sitting on the floor, he immediately turned on the shower, adjusted the water temperature, and then held Isabelle up, rinsing her head with the shower.
Isabelle shivered, seemingly much more awake than before. Suddenly, she saw Henry reaching out to take off her clothes.
Goosebumps covered Isabelle's body, and she asked in a frightened voice, "What are you doing?"
Then, Henry undressed Isabelle completely.
Isabelle cried, "You murderer, you thug! If you don't kill me, I will make sure you rot in jail!"
Henry ignored her and supported her body with one hand while using the water droplets from the shower to clean her.
Henry wanted to act like a gentleman and not take advantage of the situation, but Isabelle's skin was so fair, so smooth, and her figure so slender, with not an ounce of excess fat on her entire body.
Henry's body had a strong reaction long ago.
However, he never had any evil intentions; he just wanted to help Isabelle clean herself.
Of course, there were other thoughts in his mind.
Isabelle was indeed cleaned thoroughly, but Henry also touched every part of her body.
Afterwards, Henry used a dry towel to dry Isabelle's body completely, and then carried her to the bedroom and placed her on the bed.
Isabelle completely broke down.
She knew that a storm of destruction was about to come.
She wanted to scream for help, even thought about rushing to the window and jumping, but she didn't dare.
Henry was too close, and with one reach, he could easily overpower her.
"Do you have any sanitary pads?" Henry asked.
Isabelle looked at Henry in despair and helplessness, tears streaming down her face, and pleaded, "Yes, they are in the bedside table. Henry, I can't do anything about it if it's on me. Can you wait until I'm clean, and then I'll take care of you? Sob—"
Henry asked, "Are you completely sober now?"
Isabelle nodded, and then shook her head.
She didn't know what Henry meant, nor how to answer in her favor.
Henry continued, "Then you can handle it yourself later! If you feel unwell, you can call me downstairs, and I'll take you to the hospital."
After speaking, Henry, soaked in water, turned and left.
Isabelle was momentarily stunned: What does he mean...
Isabelle shrank her body and felt it, only then realizing that her body had not been violated.
Thinking back to what had just happened, she understood that Henry had saved her.
If it weren't for him, her innocence would have been lost.
But the problem was that Henry's hand had indeed touched every part of her body!
After hearing the sound of the door closing in the living room, Isabelle suddenly lost control of her emotions. She grabbed a pillow and threw it towards the door, shouting, "You bastard! Who asked you to shower for me? I'll call the police now!"
Seeing her menstrual blood on the bed, she quickly got up, put on a sanitary pad, and then sat there in a daze. The expressionless face of Henry kept replaying in her mind, and his words when he left echoed in her ears: "If you feel unwell, you can call me downstairs, and I'll take you to the hospital."
His face was indescribably cold.
But his voice, at that moment, sounded so gentle...
Thinking back to the scene where she and Sean's brothers were beaten, she couldn't understand what kind of person Henry really was.
The difference in his attitude towards her was so vast.
"Hmph," Isabelle muttered, "He insults me during the day and then tries to seduce me at night? No way!"
The thought of Henry using the shower and his hands to wash the parts of her body that no one, especially a man, should see, made Isabelle both anxious and angry, embarrassed and resentful. She threw herself onto the pillow, using her small fists to hit it, and cried, "Henry, you bastard, you've ruined me! Even in death, I won't let you off!"
Isabelle's crying and wailing, more than venting her anger, was a manifestation of her deep sense of grievance.
If Henry was a bad person, Isabelle wouldn't hesitate to pick up her phone and call the police.
If Henry was a good person, and he had touched every part of her body without taking advantage of her, she might as well marry him.
But the question was, was Henry really a good person?
Even if he was, he was still an ex-convict.
Even if she could ignore her father's existence completely, and disregard the disdain or even disgust of relatives and friends, what would she do if she had children in the future?
She couldn't join the military, enter politics, or become a civil servant...
Henry had never imagined that the mind of a girl from a small gang would be so complicated.
Helping the weak and standing up against injustice was his nature as a man.
Of course, he also wanted to leave a good impression on Isabelle, after all, she was a rare beauty.
Regardless of any ulterior motives, being able to earn the gratitude of a beautiful girl for a lifetime was a very happy thing for any man.
As he was about to take a shower at home, he saw a note left by Emily on the table.
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