Chapter 1540: 1540. I guess it’s definitely not that easy
Harry Hall was surprised that she asked this, and the next second, he smiled, "What do you think?"
Helen Melendy, although a bit narcissistic just now, wasn’t so oblivious to her own awareness.
Even though she didn’t know exactly how she managed to win over Harry, the process was surely full of twists and turns, quite demanding.
Helen couldn’t help but give herself a thumbs-up for her persistence.
Then, she looked at Harry Hall and answered earnestly,
"I guess it wasn’t that easy."
After speaking, Helen nodded with certainty.
Harry Hall looked at her expression and laughed.
He habitually ruffled the top of her hair and chuckled lightly, "No, it was pretty easy."
Helen looked at Harry Hall in disbelief; how easy was ’pretty easy’?
As soon as she wondered, Harry’s answer followed, "The moment you ran up to confess to me, I agreed."
Helen: "..."
Well, it really was quite easy.
Seeing her silent, Harry laughed and said, "Don’t believe it?"
Of course not, thinking that you, a flower on a high cliff, were so easy to pursue... how could you have broken so many girls’ hearts back then?
She felt like Harry Hall was deceiving her.
Even though she didn’t know how she managed to get Harry Hall and even more so how she could have him in a nine-year relationship without breaking up, even talking about marriage, she still didn’t believe Harry was so easy to pursue.
This person was famously aloof at school, not fond of talking, nor of socializing.
But despite that, his looks were high, IQ high, and he was a Young Master from an elite background, traits that compensated enough for his low emotional intelligence.
Just from what she saw, there were no fewer than ten girls confessing to him in one day.
But they were all rejected, albeit politely, but that obvious sense of distance... even when she wasn’t the one confessing, she could feel the strong sense of disappointment.
Could such a high-cliff flower be easily won by her?
Helen Melendy absolutely wouldn’t believe it.
So, after seeing him reject so many people, with what kind of unwavering conviction did she go and confess to him?
Helen Melendy furrowed her brow, her expression somewhat indescribable.
Harry Hall watched her furrow her brow, sometimes appearing confused, and asked gently,
"What are you thinking about?"
Collecting her thoughts, Helen looked up at him and said seriously,
"I’m wondering where I got the courage to boldly confess to you."
Harry was momentarily stunned, then chuckled softly.
"You have quite a big heart."
The tone, coaxing like talking to a child, made Helen feel a bit overwhelmed, her heartbeat uncontrollably quickening again.
"Don’t sit for too long; lie down and rest for a bit."
Harry got up and gently lowered the bed back behind her, Helen didn’t refuse.
Just when Harry lowered the bed back, he was very close to her; the faint scent of his body wash slowly drifted to her nose, causing her heartbeat to quicken again.
This scent, really deadly delicious.
Helen murmured in her heart.
After lowering the bed back, Harry helped cover her with the blanket. The next moment, she saw him suddenly lean forward and move closer.
The sudden closeness startled Helen.
Before she could react, Harry suddenly leaned to her ear, his deep voice paired with a teasing chuckle, whispered into her ear—
"When you go to our big lectures, aren’t you really there to sneak peeks at me?"