Henry thought for a second that he was seeing things-maybe it was the alcohol. He shot to his feet, wide-eyed. "Van-Vanessa? What are you doing here?"

Vanessa barely glanced at him before turning to lan. "Ian, could I have a word alone with Henry?"

lan gave Vanessa a measured look, then shrugged into his jacket, slung over the back of his chair. “Ease up on the drinks, Henry,” he said quietly.

With that, lan walked out, leaving the two of them in the dimly lit bar.

Vanessa slid into lan's now-empty seat. She fixed her gaze on Henry for a few seconds, her tone almost icy as she spoke. "Henry, since when do you think it's your place to fight my battles for me?"

Henry froze. He stared at Vanessa-she rarely got angry with him. But right now, she was like a red rose bristling with thorns, her eyes flashing with barely contained fury.

He felt himself deflate, voice dropping to a mumble. "I just... I couldn't stand seeing you "

Vanessa let out a sigh and muttered, "You idiot."

Henry swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he softened his tone. "I just... I can't bear to see you hurt."

Vanessa picked up lan's half-finished cup of tea, bringing it to her lips. “Hurt? I knew this day would come the moment I decided to love him."

Henry's heart twisted painfully. It was exactly this stubborn devotion of Vanessa's that made him ache for her.

Then, Vanessa gave a bitter little laugh, her eyes brutally honest as she looked at him. "Henry, do you really think I don't know how you feel about me? I remember every kindness, but I can't give you anything in return.”

Her words washed over him like a gentle tide, warm and sad. He spoke quietly, "I never expected anything back from you. Everything I've done, I did willingly."

"No, that's not fair to you. And I can't just keep you hanging on. I'm not ready to give up on lan yet. I can't let you wait for me like this."

Henry lifted his head, the look in his eyes stubborn and bright. "I'm willing. If you want to wait for lan, then wait. I'll be right here behind you. Whenever you're tired, just turn around and you'll see me."

Vanessa's eyes filled with tears. She bit her lip, staring at Henry, then blurted out, "You idiot, is it really worth it?"

Henry managed a wry smile. "As long as you need me, it's worth it." He rose, walked to her side, and gently reached up to wipe away her tears.

Startled, Vanessa jerked away at first, but when his hand brushed her cheek, her breath caught in her throat.

"Don't cry," he murmured. "I won't meddle in things between you and lan

anymore. Don't be angry with me, okay?"

Vanessa looked at him and nodded softly.

Henry immediately called over the bartender and ordered her a glass of juice.

Watching her sit there, face buried in her hands and lost in gloom, guilt gnawed at him.

Maybe he really had gone too far tonight.

"Vanessa," Henry finally asked, "earlier I asked lan why he said he only thinks of you as a friend. Does he really not even want you to be his girlfriend?"