Chapter 1195: 1195. The Basic Cultivation of a Gentleman
He always managed to listen quietly and gracefully to her until she finished speaking, then would considerately ask her—
“Are you done? I have plenty of ti to listen to you talk.”
At those monts, Helen lendy would feel very embarrassed, because she was quite the chatterbox.
It was only after she had finished speaking that she would realize how much she had said, taking up a lot of Harry Hall’s ti.
Then, she would worry that Harry might find her talkative nature annoying, babbling on and on every day.
He didn’t interrupt her, not because of his education as a distinguished gentleman from a wealthy family, but rather, he never imagined he actually enjoyed listening to her talk.
Reflecting on the years they were together, aside from not being one to speak sweet nothings, as a boyfriend, he was extrely good, incredibly thoughtful, and ticulous.
Before Harry, she never knew a man would willingly wash his girlfriend’s intimate clothes, especially during her period—he was willing to do that.
Before Harry, she also didn’t know a man would patiently cook delicious als for his girlfriend every day, coming up with different dishes constantly.
Before Harry, she…
His love was never the fiery kind, but rather like a gentle stream, akin to a clear spring, slowly seeping into her bloodstream.
And she had overlooked such a steady stream of affection.
Now, looking back, those years with Harry, she was truly happy.
Then, rembering the words that Elly Campbell had said to her that day on Jones Island, Helen lendy’s eyes gradually beca glossy.
Lifting her head while in Harry’s arms, she asked him seriously, “Do you really want to marry ?”
Harry Hall was first taken aback, then overjoyed, and the depths of his eyes lit up, “Do you want to marry ?”
“What if your mom uses her status as a mother-in-law to oppress ?”
“She wouldn’t dare!”
Harry Hall answered succinctly.
As long as his mother didn’t want the Hall Clan to be taken over by an illegitimate child, she wouldn’t dare trouble his significant other.
“What if she introduces you to other girls every so often?”
“I wouldn’t be interested.”
Harry didn’t even blink as he decisively replied.
He held Helen closer, “Moreover, if you marry , you’ll be the rightful Young Miss of the Hall Family; any ‘Fox Spirit’ trying to seduce would be rightfully handled by you.”
He watched Helen lendy with a playful smile, tempting her.
“Also, don’t you really dislike my mom? Now that you’re not my wife, it makes her even happier. Marrying is the only way to truly bother her.”
Helen lendy: “…”
So it could be like that.
“Helen.”
Harry Hall dropped the playful tone, and earnestly said:
“Promise , will you?”
Helen lendy cast her gaze downward, silent for several seconds.
But for Harry, those few brief seconds felt like an eternity.
Seconds later, Helen suddenly took the grilled at from the tray he had set aside, took a few bites, then looked at him and said:
“Your culinary skills have improved.”
Harry Hall: “…”
He didn’t need her to complint his cooking; he just wanted her to agree…
“Let’s get married.”
Harry’s inner thoughts were only halfway through when they were interrupted by Helen’s statent.
She quickly finished the grilled at she was holding, threw the wooden fork onto the plate, hooked her arms around Harry Hall’s neck, her mouth still greasy, and went straight for Harry’s lips, covering them with her own.
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