Chapter Seventy-One

It's been like two days after Natasha's birthday party and Henry still found himself unable to stop thinking about her. Whenever he was about to concentrate on his work, he managed to find himself thinking about her. He just couldn't get the image of Natasha's face off his mind.

The thought of how she had looked in her birthday dress had refused to leave his head and had left him in stitches ever since two nights ago. He could not help but wonder why he had been thinking about her so much. It was certainly not that he was in love with her, right? He didn't have feelings for her, right?

Then why did he go out of his way to get her such a gift for her birthday in order to impress her?

Henry slapped himself on his forehead.

There was no freaking way he was trying to impress her, of course not. How could he even think that way?

The only reason he gave her that gift was because he felt bad for her. The way she had spoken so emotionally about how her birthdays were never about her and how s