Saying this, she reached out to cover Harry Hall’s lips and said:
"Why didn’t I know before that you were such a talker."
A faint fragrance from Helen lendy’s hand wafted to Harry Hall’s nose, making him feel a bit distracted.
His throat felt dry, suppressing the restlessness in his heart, he cleared his throat twice and said:
"If I had known you only rembered things from school, I should have agreed with you back then."
He deepened his gaze, slowly leaned closer to her smiling face, and said:
"That way, you’d know exactly how well I can talk."
Helen lendy looked at his approaching face, with undisguised affection and adoration in his eyes, her heart involuntarily skipped a few beats.
"Alright, stop teasing."
She awkwardly avoided Harry Hall’s eyes, trying to calm her heart that seed ready to jump out, and pushed him away.
Harry Hall looked at her blushing face and decided not to tease her any further.
The heat in his heart hadn’t faded away, he needed a cold shower to cool down, otherwise... it would harm his liver and kidneys.
"I’m going to take a shower."
He quickly got up and ran to the bathroom.
Before closing the door, Harry Hall heard his girl muttering softly, "What a real charr."
Helen lendy sat on the bed, recalling Harry Hall’s sowhat urgent manner when he entered the bathroom, and the slightly changed tone in his voice when he spoke to her, was briefly stunned, then showed a knowing expression.
So he...
She giggled, burying her face in the quilt, laughing until her whole body trembled.
Although her mory remained in her college days, she wasn’t completely naive.
Thinking carefully, she understood what was up with Harry Hall just now.
Her Mr. Hall was only thirty, an age full of vigor, and as for her as his wife...
Helen lendy lifted her head from the quilt, retracting her smile by a fraction.
Though she was quite intimate with Harry Hall now, even thinking about being with him...
She still felt a bit awkward.
Harry Hall probably realized this, so he hadn’t ntioned it to her, afraid of causing her any psychological burden.
Helen lendy felt sowhat guilty.
Harry Hall was really impossibly good to her.
Even defending her wholeheartedly in front of his own mother.
But as for her...
Claiming to be his wife, yet unable to fulfill even the basic duties of a wife, isn’t that a bit too selfish?
She pressed her lips together, staring at the closed bathroom door, remaining silent for a long ti.
An hour later, the sound of water from the bathroom finally stopped.
Harry Hall, drying his wet hair, walked out in a bathrobe.
Seeing Helen lendy staring at him absent-mindedly, he couldn’t resist teasing her again.
"Do you need to take off the bathrobe?"
His deep voice, with a hint of seductive charm, snapped Helen lendy back to reality.
This ti, she didn’t disdain his "flirting" with her, she just waved him over and said:
"Hubby, co here."
"Hm? What do you want to say to ?"
He obediently walked over, slightly pulling down the bathrobe on his shoulder as he did.
Helen lendy ignored his action, casually running her hand over his bare shoulder, "Hmm, very smooth."
She made an impartial assessnt.
Harry Hall: "..."
He was actually being flirted with back.
Seeing Helen lendy suddenly cup his face, cheeks flushed, but her eyes did not avoid his, rather looked seriously at him and said:
"Once I can walk, we can then..."
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