Chapter 899: Chapter 899: I Don’t Need Your Gratitude
Scarlett Yates: "..."
"Senior Brother Dales, did you bring all these things up by yourself?"
With so many items, it’s impossible to carry them all up at once. He must have made multiple trips up and down.
Thinking about this, Scarlett slowly lifted her head and quietly looked at him.
Sure enough, Henry Dales’s forehead was covered in sweat.
She bit her lip, her eyebrows furrowing: "Senior Brother Dales, why didn’t you let
go down with you to move the stuff? It’s exhausting to run back and forth alone."
Henry Dales smiled lightly, dismissively saying, "Why bother you with this little stuff? It’s not tiring at all. I expend way more energy at the gym usually."
Scarlett didn’t say anything more and went outside to move the items into the room one by one.
Once everything was moved in, the two sat down to rest.
Henry Dales took out a new phone he bought, which already had a SIM card installed and the phone bill topped up.
He handed the phone to Scarlett Yates: "Scarlett, take this. It’ll be convenient to contact
if anything happens."
The phone was the latest model from a certain brand, in a cute pink color suitable for girls.
In a foreign place, without communication tools, if sothing happened, you couldn’t even make a call to ask for help.
Scarlett didn’t refuse and took the phone.
Henry Dales added, "I’ve stored my phone number in it. When I’m not around, call
if you need anything. My phone will be on 24/7, and no matter when, I’ll get to you first."
Scarlett opened the contact list and saw Henry Dales’s na.
"Senior Brother Dales..." She held the phone in her hand, looked up, gratitude in her eyes. After a few seconds of pause, she emphasized, "I really appreciate you, Senior Brother Dales, for being so good to , for taking care of . I don’t even know how to thank you."
Sotis, Scarlett felt her luck was pretty bad.
For instance, obviously, it was Maxwell Saxon who had imprisoned her, and she was the victim, but to May Denton and others, it seed like she was harming Maxwell Saxon.
Then, she was sold to another country.
But sotis, she also felt very fortunate.
Every ti she encountered danger, there would always be soone to help her out of the crisis.
At such a critical mont, it was Henry Dales who took her out of the trap.
In this foreign country, she was penniless. If not for Henry Dales’s help, she would have had to sleep on the streets.
"If you really want to thank , then just stay here peacefully and accept my care without constantly saying thank you."
"But..." If she didn’t say thank you, what could she say?
For now, this was the only way she could express her gratitude.
She couldn’t just accept his help shalessly without any expression of thanks.
"Scarlett, listen to
first. If the situation were reversed, if I were penniless in a strange city and happened to et you, would you stand by idly, or would you help
as much as you could?"
Scarlett answered imdiately, "Of course, I would help you as much as I could."
"So, don’t say thank you anymore." Henry Dales’s expression suddenly beca very serious, his midnight black eyes fixed on her, sighing as he said, "I’m just doing my best to help you. I want to help you, want to take good care of you. These are what I’m willing to do. I don’t need your gratitude."
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