Chapter 142. Because Selfish

Harry rubbed his tired face, closing the laptop roughly. The clock on the wall showed eleven thirty minutes past eleven, already late at night. For some reason, he had been feeling bad ever since. His gaze fell on the glass of whiskey that still had half of it left, the ice cubes had melted completely—how long had he been immersed in his work?

The last image of Alice walking out with her back straight and steps angry swirled in his mind. Her elegant short black dress, perfectly coiffed black hair, and the lingering scent of Chanel perfume in the air. Harry reached for his cell phone, his heart sinking at the sight of five missed calls and seven messages from Alice—all ignored since two hours ago.

His trembling hand opened Alice’s last message. [I’m taking an Uber home. Don’t worry, even though you never seem to worry.]

“Shit!” Harry got up with a sudden movement, his work chair pushed back. He ran down the stairs of his three-story mansion, grabbing his car keys fr