Unstoppable Unforgiven (Shermaine and Joshua) novel Chapter 629

Chapter 629

After applying the ointment to her, Henry washed his hands in silence, his expression unreadable. “Get up. We’re going again

Shirley raised an eyebrow and offered her hand. He took it and pulled her to her feet.

When the music resumed, something had subtly shifted. Henry steadied himself, pushing distracting thoughts aside.

There was no denying it. When this man focused, his presence became magnetic.

It was as though he were determined to prove something, exuding a quiet intensity, his energy almost electric.

As their bodies moved in sync, Shirley felt the firm pressure of his hand at her waist, steady and commanding. His eyes burned with a fire that seemed to reach through her skin, stirring something deeper within her.

Her pulse quickened. This time, their steps were flawless.

Anna watching from the side couldn’t help but marvel at the chemistry between them. The tension and unspoken attraction were so palpable that it made her want to find someone and dance too.

With a graceful spin, Shirley’s skirt flared like a flower blooming in the breeze. But then she faltered, as if catching on something, and lost her balance.

Henry saw the danger in an instant. Instinctively, he reached out, catching her mid–fall.

They spun again before crashing to the floor, Henry shielding her from the impact.

The air between them grew charged, not awkward but laced with something unspoken. Something was shifting, unfolding in silence.

Shirley looked down at him, propped up by her hands. A strange impulse flickered through her. She wanted to kiss him.

The thought filled her mind, vivid and insistent.

Her gaze lingered on his lips, like a predator preparing to strike.

Henry’s palm was burning hot. He looked up just as her eyes met his.

There was a faint amusement in her expression, her interest unmistakable.

His throat felt dry. He assumed it was from the dancing, the exertion. “Get up,” he said quietly.

“You looked pretty worried I’d fall,” Shirley teased.

“Just a reflex,” he replied, brushing it off as if it meant nothing.

But Shirley’s mischievous streak was in full swing. “You’re being so sweet. Aren’t you worried I might fall for you and try something?”

Henry tensed. Deep down, he had the sense Vivianus was testing him. He abruptly pushed her off. “Keep joking like that, al ruin you. I don’t do men.”

He sounded irritated, maybe even flustered, but Shirley remained calm.

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“Why the dramatic reaction?” she asked, amused.

Henry hesitated. On another day, he might’ve laughed it off.

“You didn’t really think I was going to try something, did you?” Shirley said again.

Henry prided himself on reading people, but the look on Vivianus‘ face was clear, wide–eyed innocence. Whatever meaning had been there earlier had completely vanished.

Shirley wasn’t about to break character. With Henry clearly on edge, the last thing she wanted was to drive him away. She had no

time to chase after him.

“I was joking. Don’t take it seriously,” she said lightly.

Henry said nothing.

She added, almost casually, “Still, I’m sorry. No hard feelings.”

Somehow, that made it worse, and he felt foolish.

When Vivianus made a joke, he got upset. Then Vivianus apologized, and he was still upset.

Henry forced himself to calm down. “Fine,” he muttered. But his face betrayed him. He was still irritated.

And Vivianus, having offered her apology, didn’t coddle or explain further. She simply sent him on his way.

After Henry left, his expression grew darker, and his restlessness only deepened.

Vivianus had always been temperamental, a young aristocrat with a sharp tongue and a volatile temper from the day they met. Now, Henry found himself vaguely unsettled, wondering whether the coldness he had shown might be taken to heart.

The thought alone was enough to sour his mood further. He could hardly recognize himself anymore.

Day after day, he had adjusted to Vivianus‘ moods, given in to his whims, even indulged him without complaint. And now, he was actually concerned about whether Vivianus would speak to him again.

It was absurd, and yet, he couldn’t ignore the thought that perhaps, deep within him, there existed something akin to the loyalty of a devoted hound.

As soon as the notion crossed his mind, he rejected it with irritation.

‘Nonsense,‘ he thought to himself. ‘What reason would I ever have to be loyal to him?‘

The day itself was perfectly clear, the sky vast and cloudless above the capital of Summerbank. Under the careful management of Vivianus and Jasmine, the imperial administration had returned to order.

Warwick had quietly resigned in the wake of recent events, taking responsibility for the unrest, and a new chief had already assumed his duties, now focused on investigating and dismantling the network of informants planted by various city lords.

Yet none of this brought Henry any peace. The unease lingered well into the evening, right up to the grand banquet. at the Summerbank palace.

The event was a spectacle, attended by the lords of several major cities. Martin was present, along with key military and government officials.

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The capital’s most influential families were represented by wealthy merchants and their heirs, and the halls were filled with the soft rustle of silk gowns and the quiet laughter of young nobles and society ladies.

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Amid the splendor, Shirley carried herself with unshakable composure. A glass of wine in hand, she moved through the crowd with practiced ease, responding to inquiries, accepting greetings, and deflecting attention with grace.

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