CHAPTER 157: HENRY’S NEW MOVE?

The private jet touched down with a smooth thud on the runway, but the atmosphere inside the cabin was anything but smooth.

Henry and Emma had stopped arguing over who got the window seat somewhere over Pennsylvania, mostly because the tension between Logan and Jean had pulled all attention. Neither of them had said much since the hotel checkout.

Even now, as the flight descended, Logan sat stone-still with his eyes fixed outside, jaw tight and unreadable.Jean sat beside him, her fingers clutching her seatbelt far too tightly.

No eye contact. No words.

Not since last night.

The moment Tyler’s name and presence had tainted their world again, everything between them shifted like sand beneath their feet.

When the aircraft came to a stop, the engines whirred into silence and the doors opened to the cold bite of New York air. A fleet of black cars waited at the edge of the hangar, polished and ready to take them home.

Drivers already holding the doors open with silent precision.

Logan stood first, buttoning his coat, eyes cold with distance.

"Let’s go," he muttered, without sparing Jean a glance.

Jean stood slowly, wrapping her shawl tighter around her. Her stomach churned... from the weight of everything unspoken between them. The hug she once gave him in gratitude last night now felt like a memory from someone else’s life.

As they stepped out, Emma glanced at Jean and whispered under her breath, "What happened?"

Jean forced a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. "Nothing."

But Emma wasn’t convinced.

Henry, holding his briefcase, whispered to Logan while walking behind, "You alright, boss?"

Logan didn’t answer. Just kept walking.

Emma stretched and yawned dramatically, her exhaustion from the travel evident. "I think I’m just going to crash at my dad’s place. It’s closer than heading all the way back home, and I’m completely jet-lagged."

Henry, rolling his shoulders from the stiffness of the flight, glanced over at her. "Your dad’s place is near Queens, right?"

Emma nodded. "Yeah."

"Well, my house is on the way. I’ll drop you off. Saves you the trouble of calling a ride."

Emma looked at him, surprised. "You’re offering to drive?"

Henry smirked. "Don’t act like I haven’t done it before."

"Fine," she muttered, then looked at Jean briefly. "See you later, okay?" Her voice lowered with subtle concern, but Jean only offered a faint nod.

Meanwhile, Logan signaled one of the chauffeurs. "Make sure Hannah gets to her place safely. She’s tired and needs rest."

Hannah was too groggy to protest as she was gently ushered into a separate car. She gave her brother a sleepy wave before the door shut behind her.

That left Jean and Logan standing beside the last car... silent, distant, but bound to the same destination.

Their eyes met for the briefest second before Logan opened the door for her without a word. Jean slid in, tension crackling in the small space between them as he joined her inside.

The door shut with a soft thunk, sealing them into the suffocating quiet of the luxury sedan.

The car began to move.

Logan stared out of his window, jaw tight. Jean sat with her hands in her lap, eyes on the faint reflection of herself across the glass.

So much had happened in so little time.

And yet, they had never felt further apart.

Neither spoke.

Neither dared.

And with every mile closer to home, it felt like the distance between them was growing harder to close.

That same silence followed them all the way to the Kingsley estate.

Once inside, the staff greeted them warmly, but neither Logan nor Jean responded beyond polite nods.

Jean made her way up the stairs, her steps slow, heavy.

Logan watched her go, his fists clenched by his sides.

Something was broken between them.

And they both knew it.

But only one of them knew how deep the cracks ran.

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The Inside the car, silence lingered... not heavy, but comfortable, like a familiar song playing softly in the background.

Emma leaned her head against the window, watching the blurred streetlights dance by. Her shoes were off, and her legs tucked under her. "Thanks for the ride," she mumbled.

Henry glanced at her from the corner of his eye. "Didn’t feel right letting you take a cab alone this late."

She smiled faintly. "Protective, aren’t we?"

"I prefer the word responsible."

A soft chuckle escaped her lips. "Right. Mr. Bodyguard slash assistant."

Henry shook his head, amused. "Don’t start."

They drove in silence for a moment before Emma spoke again, this time softer, more reflective. "Did you notice how tense Jean and Logan were?"

Henry nodded. "Logan’s hiding something. And Jean... she looked like she was struggling to breathe."

Emma turned her head, looking at him thoughtfully. "You always notice the things others don’t."

Henry kept his eyes on the road, but his grip on the wheel tightened just slightly. "It’s part of my job."

Emma leaned closer, resting her cheek on the back of the seat. "Is it only your job?"

Henry finally looked at her. Really looked.

"No," he said quietly.

Their eyes locked.

The air between them shifted.

Emma’s throat dried a little. "Pull over."

Henry blinked. "What?"

"Just... pull over."

Confused but obedient, Henry eased the car to the side of a quiet street beneath the yellow glow of a streetlamp.

Emma slowly turned in her seat, facing him. "I know you’re usually the calm, unshaken one. But I need to ask... is there something between us? Or am I imagining it?"

Henry inhaled slowly, like he was weighing a thousand words before choosing one.

"You’re not imagining it."

Her lips parted, stunned at his honesty. "So?"

"I don’t act on things lightly, Emma," he said, voice low, steady. "Especially not with people who matter."

Her heart skipped.

And then, because the moment called for it... demanded it... Emma leaned forward, close enough to kiss him.

But she didn’t.

She hovered, testing the waters.

Henry moved first... just enough to meet her halfway, brushing his lips softly over hers. A slow, careful, maddeningly tender kiss. Nothing rushed. Nothing confusing.

Just clarity.

And maybe something beautiful.

When they finally pulled apart, Emma whispered, "You could’ve done that a lot earlier."

Henry grinned. "I was waiting for the right moment."

"And this is it?"

He nodded. "Feels like it."

Emma settled back into her seat, the corner of her lips lifted in a quiet smile.

Henry resumed driving.

But this time, the silence between them was laced with something new.