Giselle gripped the coat tightly, her head bowed as she quietly asked, “Henry, why are you so good to me?”

“You’re my woman. The one I love.”

His words were said with absolute sincerity, his eyes burning with a deep affection so intense that it felt like it could drown her.

Such a Henry made Giselle’s heart ache with guilt. She knew her actions had been reckless today. But as a modern woman, she didn’t want to stake her entire life on just one man.

She ...