Chapter 1577: 1577. You seem to be very skilled at this kind of work.
Harry Hall started chatting with her about their student days, talking on and off.
“Didn’t you usually not like to talk much, senior?”
I see you’re quite talkative now.
Helen Melendy commented in her heart.
However, since student days were so wonderful, she didn’t mind talking about this, it’s better than discussing some ambiguous topics.
Harry Hall paused his eating, raised an eyebrow at her, and smiled, “Really?”
“Yeah. I once thought someone with a personality like yours, where less is more, would easily lose their job as a lawyer.”
It wasn’t until she personally watched a few of the debate competitions organized by their department that she realized he was quite talkative professionally; he just didn’t want to waste words on irrelevant people.
So, during the days after she regained consciousness, as she gradually became familiar with Harry Hall, she found that in private, this person spoke quite a bit, so perhaps the cool and distant demeanor was just an act.
Harry Hall was amused by her remark and said:
“You’ve said that before.”
“Really?”
Helen Melendy naturally couldn’t remember.
“You even said, if I lost my job, you’d earn money to support me.”
Helen Melendy: “…”
He said this so earnestly, but why did it sound so flirtatious to her?
Helen Melendy shook her head internally, refusing to think about it.
“Impossible.”
“Why not?”
Harry Hall didn’t mind her deliberate avoidance and spoke to her as if they were just ordinary friends.
“I’m stingy, more like you support me.”
After saying that, she was momentarily stunned.
Of course, she considered herself quite poor, while Harry Hall was rich, and wouldn’t need her support even if unemployed.
But once she said it, the meaning felt a bit different.
She was thinking about how to retract her statement when Harry Hall replied softly, “Okay.”
His tone sounded very casual, not deliberate, and not flirtatious, but it made Helen Melendy’s heart race slightly.
She thought she better keep quiet, the more she talked, the more ambiguous it felt.
For a brief moment, the atmosphere between them was silent, with only their very faint eating sounds.
Harry Hall’s eating movements were incredibly graceful, reflecting the manners of a young master from a wealthy family, yet he did not eat slowly.
When he finished eating, Helen Melendy had not yet finished.
He sat quietly beside her, watching her with a gentle gaze, and his eyes couldn’t help but reveal a tinge of indulgence.
Helen Melendy sensed it but dared not meet his gaze, quickening her eating pace.
“I’m done eating.”
She put down her chopsticks, her eyes fixed on the table in front of her, unable to look at Harry Hall.
Harry Hall seemed calm and relaxed, smiling as he asked, “Finished eating?”
“Yes, I’m full.”
“Okay, then I’ll clean up.”
Harry Hall stood up, expertly gathering the dishes on the table, as if he frequently did this, cleaning up with ease, leaving Helen Melendy quite amazed.
This young master who has servants at home and a driver when going out, why did he seem so adept at housework?
In a blink, Harry Hall had tidied the dining table spotlessly.
After placing the dishes in the dishwasher, when he came out of the kitchen, Helen Melendy was still sitting in her wheelchair, looking at him with a somewhat surprised expression.
“What’s wrong?”
Harry Hall asked.
“You seem very skilled at this kind of work.”
Harry Hall was momentarily taken aback, then nodded, “Yeah, I don’t like having others handle my personal affairs.”