Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 261:

Once Henrik was sure she was settled, he left the room. The moment the door shut behind him, he let out a sharp breath and pulled out his phone. “Meet me in the basement. I need to spar.”

When Rhett arrived, the sight that greeted him was unexpected: a sandbag ripped clean open, its stuffing scattered across the floor.

Rhett blinked, momentarily stunned. “What the hell happened here? That bag was a hundred kilos!” Henrik didn’t bother answering. Instead, he threw Rhett some protective gear. “Stop talking. Let’s spar.”

Rhett raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue, slipping into the gear.

Henrik didn’t wait for a signal. He lunged forward, his fist aimed straight for Rhett’s face. Rhett dodged just in time, the air from the punch grazing his cheek. But Henrik didn’t slow down. He followed with a sharp hook to Rhett’s ribs. Rhett managed to block, but the sheer force of the blow left his arm numb.

Not wanting to be outshined, Rhett struck back. He threw a quick kick to Henrik’s jaw. Henrik ducked effortlessly, catching Rhett’s ankle in one fluid motion. With a hard yank, he threw Rhett off balance. Though Rhett managed to recover quickly, it was clear Henrik had the upper hand. Each punch and kick came with unrelenting force, driving Rhett further and further back.

Finally, Rhett threw up his hands. “Alright, enough! I’m not getting beaten to a pulp just because you’re in a mood.” Panting, he rubbed his arm, wincing at the ache. He had never seen Henrik lose control like this. Usually, Henrik’s sparring was sharp and methodical. Today’s fight was nothing like his usual style.

“Seriously, what’s going on with you? This isn’t like you,” Rhett said, his brow furrowing in concern.

Henrik paused, his chest heaving. After a moment, he admitted, “Rhett, I think I’m falling for her. No, scratch that—I think I’m already in love with her.”

Rhett’s eyes shot open in surprise. “You’ve fallen for her? So, it’s Khloe, then?”

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Henrik gave a subtle nod, his face unreadable. “At first, she just piqued my curiosity. I thought she might bring some change into my life. But I never imagined I’d be the one to lose control.”

He thought back to his time with Khloe, remembering their cautious beginnings and how they slowly grew closer. Each interaction had left a lasting mark on his heart.noveldrama

“It all began as a transaction. I thought I could control every aspect of it, but in the end, I got swept away,” Henrik continued, his voice tinged with frustration. A cold glint of anger appeared in his eyes. “This wasn’t the deal I signed up for.”

Rhett could sense the underlying fear in Henrik’s words. Having been his friend for years, he knew firsthand the battles Henrik had fought to get to where he was. Henrik’s personality had been forged in the fires of countless life-or-death struggles; he trusted no one and refused to let his grip on control slip.

Rhett fell quiet for a moment before speaking, his voice measured. “The heart wants what it wants, and it’s rarely predictable. But since you’ve already fallen for her, you might as well face it head-on. Love, after all, is a beautiful thing.”

“Beautiful?” Henrik laughed dryly. “That’s a fantasy—something that doesn’t exist in this world.”

“So, what now? You can’t just stop pretending to be a couple, not after everything. And don’t forget, the Dayton family already knows.”

“I won’t lose Khloe,” Henrik said, his voice cold and firm. “I believe she’s like me. If we share the same goals and interests, we’ll stay aligned.”

Rhett furrowed his brows as he looked at Henrik, noting the mix of determination and slight confusion on his face. He couldn’t help but voice his thoughts. “Henrik, labeling your relationship with Khloe as a matter of interests feels wrong. When relationships are too tied to personal gain or considerations, they tend to get messy and fragile.”

Henrik was momentarily surprised but maintained his stance. “In this world, only personal gain is dependable. And relationships? They’re just fleeting and unreliable.”

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