"Ah?... Well... still... still need three... three hundred thousand..." Anya lowered her head in embarrassnt.
Three hundred thousand was an astronomical sum for her family. All their savings had been drained over the years, and they had borrowed heavily from relatives and friends—debts that remained unpaid.
Her father was critically ill, her mother couldn't work because she was caring for him, and Anya had just graduated without a stable job. The family had almost no inco.
"Open your Bank transfer code." Harry reached out, taking Anya's hand naturally. "Anya, don't worry. The most important thing is your father's treatnt. I have so money—you can use it for his care first."
"Brother Harry! Really... really?... You... you'd lend money? Aren't you afraid we won't pay it back? We've borrowed so much already... If I take money from you... it might take years to repay..." Anya looked up at him in shock, her eyes filled with disbelief and emotion.
Over the years, Anya had witnessed too much human indifference while trying to secure funds for her father's treatnt. Once-close relatives and friends now avoided her family like the plague, fearing they'd be asked for loans. Even during holidays, no one visited.
To save her father, Anya's parents had even sacrificed her happiness, pushing her into an engagent with a man she didn't love.
"Why say that? What's more important than your father's health? Uremia can't wait—it needs imdiate treatnt!" Harry grabbed Anya's phone decisively, placing it in her hand.
"Open your Bank transfer code. My money's all in there."
"Thank you, Brother Harry!" Anya was so moved that she raised her head with tears in her eyes, pursed her lips and looked at Harry gratefully.
Though this made Anya feel indebted to him, for her father's sake, she had no reservations at this mont. She imdiately opened her Bank paynt code without hesitation and handed it to Harry.
"Ding! 300,000 USD has been credited to Bank..."
Following the crisp notification sound, Anya picked up her phone in surprise and checked her Bank balance.
300,000!
So much!!
This was almost all the money needed for her father's treatnt!!
Initially, Anya thought Harry would lend her at most 20,000 or 30,000 USD just because she was Ben's girlfriend.
But she never expected Harry to transfer 300,000 USD outright!
With just one sentence, he had solved all her problems!
[Anya's intimacy with you: 30 (80 intimacy)]
[Anya's current state: grateful, touched, excited, ashad, surprised, shy, nervous, alert, defensive, thrilled, conflicted]
Seeing Anya's intimacy level suddenly increase by 30, Harry felt a surge of joy in his heart.
With just 300,000 USD, he gained 30 points of intimacy—definitely worth it!
"Brother Harry! How... why so much... this... I don't feel right... I... I'll write you an IOU! Brother Harry, I'll definitely pay you back once I earn enough in the future." Anya was so shocked by Harry's generosity that she stumbled over her words, her voice choked with emotion.
Ben always sweet-talked her, but whenever she asked to borrow money, he would make excuses—cash flow issues, needing a few days, or saying he was saving for marriage and would naturally provide a dowry later.
But Harry, a man she had just t, lent her 300,000 USD without hesitation!
"Silly girl, why bother with an IOU? It's fine. Pay back when you can. If not, just owe ." Harry smiled and gently wiped the tears from the corners of Anya's eyes, gazing at her tenderly.
By now, the distance between them had grown very close. Harry had taken advantage of the mont when she was entering the paynt code to inch nearer.
Noticing Anya didn't resist, Harry took a small step forward and wrapped an arm around her waist.
Feeling Harry's body press against hers, Anya's face flushed red, and her breathing gradually quickened.
Anya was extrely nervous and scared now. Though she felt a strong fondness for Harry, she despised this sensation deep down.
Harry's behavior made her feel sowhat slimy.
A man and a woman alone in a room, with Harry acting so intimately—it made the simple and conservative Anya intensely uncomfortable.
She hated this feeling. What Anya yearned for was a pure, romantic love, sothing poetic and tender like "A Farewell to Cambridge," a love tinged with lancholy and scars.
Not this greasy, transactional intimacy—touching her, taking liberties, and exploiting the situation the first ti they were alone together.
But rembering Harry's recent help, Anya couldn't bring herself to refuse outright. She gritted her teeth, enduring the discomfort, and allowed Harry to press against her.
Misinterpreting her lack of resistance, Harry assud Anya was like Sally—a young woman hungry for affection.
Glancing down at the deep cleavage and the soft, pink curves of Anya's chest, Harry's blood surged, his body burning with desire. His hands grew bolder, more presumptuous.
"Anya, since it's my first ti visiting, I didn't know what to bring you, so I just got you a small gift. I hope you don't mind." With a smile, Harry picked up the prepared bag and handed her the LV purse inside.
Anya froze for a mont before accepting the gift, opening it with faint curiosity and anticipation.
"This... is this... a Louis Vuitton bag?" Anya stared at the purse in shock. The slight hope in her heart vanished, replaced by overwhelming discomfort and disgust.
At the sa ti, Harry's wandering hands slid from her slender waist to her chest, greedily grasping her soft, alluring curves.
A jolt of pleasure shot through him, and Harry shuddered with delight.
"Ah!"—What Harry never expected was Anya suddenly letting out an angry, panicked scream.
She shoved the bag back at him and snapped, "Brother Harry! I'm Ben's girlfriend! How could you do this to ? What do you take for? You're a married man! How can you be so shaless? Do you think throwing dirty money at ans you can play with ? I'll return the 300,000 USD to you—get out of my house right now!"
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