My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Henry burned his arm while recording the show.

That was a mistake he had never made.

"Oh my god, what's going on? Your burns seem awful.”

"Holy shit. You have to go to the hospital. Otherwise, it will leave a scar.”

The crew immediately stopped recording and surrounded him with concern.

On the other hand, Henry didn't care much about his injuries. He forced a smile and apologized to everyone, "I'm very sorry. I'm not in good condition, and it affects everyone's work. Please let me take a break, and I don't need to go to the hospital.”

"Henry, what happened to you? You've been absent-minded and restless.”

"Yesterday, instead of sugar, you put a lot of salt in the dish. Fortunately, our guest quietly ate the sweet and sour pork you cooked.”

Henry's smile vanished, and he apologized, "I'm truly sorry. It won't happen again.” He didn't want to talk much about his private affairs.

May had not been back to the apartment for seven days.

She disappeared.

Henry got home at 6 pm on time every night because May had mentioned that she would be happy to see him come home and have dinner together.

Now that he had arrived home punctually, she was gone.

Thinking of that, Henry became depressed again.

"Henry, why are you still standing there? Do you still want your arm to function normally? You need to sort out the burns immediately.” Shirley nervously pulled him to the medical room

Henry let Shirley drag him. He was indifferent to everything.

Suddenly, he muttered in a low voice, "She's not home yet."

Shirley was the only one who knew the most regarding May and Henry's relationship. Therefore, Henry could only share his feeling with her.

Hearing what he said, Shirley was secretly happy.

That woman stopped pestering Henry. That's great.

However, at that moment, Shirley did not dare to show her joy and instead did her best to comfort him with an ingenuine tone.

"The day she broke up with you, she even returned your apartment keys to me. I think she has made up her mind this time. Henry, you should sort yourself out.”

Henry was surprised. "May gave you the key?"

Shirley nodded solemnly. "Yes, the day she ran out of your apartment and threw the key back to me. She said she wanted to disappear from your life completely.”

"You looked traumatized at that time, so I didn't mention it to you.”

Henry was dumbfounded. He lowered his head and said nothing more.

Shirley enjoyed helping him treat his burns. "Take off your coat and shirt so that I can see the scald on your arm better."

Henry didn't think much but indulged in grief. Seeing their intimate action, the crew felt that they must be pretty close with each other.

Everyone thought that the mediocre-looking woman who had dated Henry for seven years at the celebration party must be a mere fallacy. How could Henry fall in love with such a woman?

"Shirl, did you help me check May's connection in China? Besides her family, did you find anyone who might be in contact with her?"

Henry's arm skin was burning red, and there was a giant blister. However, he didn't seem to feel the pain. Instead, he looked up and asked anxiously about May.

Henry didn't know many people yet. Now that May was gone, he really couldn't find anyone to help but only Shirley, who had a vast network of people.

A few days ago, Henry visited May's parents’ house. As soon as they saw Henry, they asked him for an astronomical price hush money.

He was pissed off, not because of the money, but because he didn't agree to break up at all.

In China, if May didn't go back to her parents, where would she go?

Henry had been driving around the big city aimlessly these days, looking at the people passing by the corners and alleys to look for the familiar figure.

But after so many days, he found nothing.

Henry was highly dejected.

There had been a series of mistakes in his work, and he was no longer in the mood to work. In the past, he loved cooking food and being recognized by his fans, but now fame and wealth seemed meaningless.

"I want to take a long break.”

Shirley looked up abruptly. "What!"

She immediately dissuaded, "Henry, you are not going to let your personal life issues affect your work, especially because of these relationship problems. You know there are so many people waiting for you to film. How can you..."

“I'm very sorry."

Henry didn't want to explain much. He knew that he couldn't finish his work smoothly in his current state.

"I will take responsibility for any financial consequence if it is because of me. You can all blame me if Mr. Shepherd holds you accountable”.

Shirley's expression was complicated. "Well, I'll tell them and ask for a holiday for you.”

Henry muttered stubbornly, "I don't want a vacation. I want May. I am going to find her.” Sometimes he was as stubborn as a mule and couldn't reason at all.

Shirley had no choice.

"Even if you find her, it's useless.” Shirley couldn't help but say.

"She's just angry. She can't break up with me!”

Henry suddenly became agitated.

"We've been together for seven years. You have no ideas what we have been through those days. We were pinched and scraped in our lives. We suffered hungry together. We got drenched together. When I was injured and had a high fever, we had no money to buy medicine. May didn't sleep all night and kept helping me cool down with cold water. *

Shirley blurted out, "If so, then why didn’t you..."She broke off.

Shirley nearly said," If so, then why didn't you marry May?"

Shirley felt that Henry did not love May at all.

May was an average woman and was only lucky to meet Henry before becoming famous.