My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Chapter 830

May had been gone before Henry set out to chase after her.

His agent, Shirley, immediately followed Henry and tried to comfort him, "What's wrong? What

happened this time? Did you quarrel again?"

She had been eavesdropping on the door outside the lounge, and she was clear that May wanted to

break up.

Had they really been over?

Shirley was kind of nervous and expectant.

"She... She suddenly broke up with me."

Henry seemed to take a hit and said in an upset voice.

Shirley pretended to be surprised and asked exaggeratedly, "Ah? Why did she suddenly break up with

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Henry looked down and thought for a while, and muttered to himself, "It is impossible."

As if he had straightened out his thinking, he perked up. "It's alright. May is just joking. We've been

together for seven years. She can't break up with me."

"... Maybe it is because that she lost her job in France and has not found a new offer. She is in a bad

mood but I am too busy to accompany her."

Shirley was displeased with his analysis.

The breakup failed to pull Henry out of his daydream.

"Help me arrange the following work. Try to schedule some day offs for me."

As Henry spoke, he went back to his colleagues on the set. "Don't rest at noon. We need to rush. I

have to go back tonight."

He attributed May's behavior to her depression.

However, Henry deliberately left work early today. At 7 pm, he went to buy a large bouquet of roses,

cake, wine, and steak that he had cooked himself.

However, May wasn't at home.

This shabby rented house was in total darkness. He opened the door with the key and turned on all the

lights. May was not in the bright room.

Henry called her a few times but didn't get any response.

He put everything on the small table and didn't see her in the bedroom.

"Is she really that angry?"

"What the hell is she angry about?"

Henry didn't understand why women vent their spleen. May had never been like this before.

"She must have gone to the bar with Cindy."

Henry thought that he had specially prepared so much for her, but she didn't come back, so Henry was

in a sulk.

He sat on the old sofa, opened the wine bottle, and poured himself half a glass.

From time to time, he looked up at the clock irritably. "When the hell are they coming back tonight? Are

they going to have fun until three in the morning again?"

Henry felt that May had followed a profligate example, Cindy.

He seemed to be furious with himself and kept looking at the clock, but he held back from calling May.

He ate the prepared steak and almost finished the wine.

"It's eleven o'clock! She's not back yet!"

Henry finally lost his temper and stood up fretfully.

"What the hell is she angry about?"

"Why did she insist on getting married? So many marriages end up in divorces. We've stuck faithfully to

each other through thick and thin all these years. Why is her outburst so unprovoked?"

Henry scratched his hair irritably. Finally, he picked up his phone compulsively to call May, trying to

communicate with her.

Unfortunately, there was only a ruthless shutdown tone on the phone.

She didn't even want to talk to him anymore.

"You didn't answer my call again!"

Henry could feel anger boiling up inside him now.

The last time in France, May suddenly called to ask him if he wanted to get married to her. He denied it

and she suddenly disappeared. He was so scared that he went across the Eurasian plate by plane to

find her.

Henry was very stubborn. Although May's phone was turned off, he kept calling her.

His anger gradually evaporated and he bleakly sat back on the small sofa.

"May, what's wrong with you?" He muttered.

He was an orphan at an early age, and then he was adopted by a couple. Because his adoptive

parents always rudely abused and scared him when he was young, he hated his family very much.

Later, he met May in college. The college years had witnessed his perfect happiness. May was not

beautiful or intelligent, but she could give him warmth. He was inclined to get close to her, pour out his

confidences, and act like a child. He had enjoyed himself with her.

May came to the company to break up with him this morning, and he subconsciously believed that she

was throwing a tantrum.

As he thought, May was joking.

However, her phone was turned off.

Most terribly, Henry found that all her clothes in the rented house were missing.

She even took her luggage.

Henry stood there stiffly as if he had suffered a serious blow. His mind was in a mess, "You really

abandon me?"

At night, the rain commenced and got heavier and heavier until it was pouring outside.