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"Harry is simply a pathetic person who can't get over the mistakes of his father. He's helped us out in achieving the destruction that we wanted. Now that Robin and Andrew have broken up, you will show up as the knight in shining armour and save your pretty damsel in distress. Who knows, she might just fall in love with you." The noise in the cafeteria got worse and I struggled to hear them and take the video recording without them noticing, so I leaned closer to get a better view of them. "How do you plan to do that?" "We've both only done all these things indirectly. Harry's been the one doing all the hard work, it's pretty easy to throw him into the lake of fire now. The day after tomorro

“You did not look this good even when we were at the fest that day.” “I am sure.” I murmured, “your sick brain has gotten infected by your male god, right? And that is aside from your body that you enjoy getting physically tortured by that bastard like a pig.” Harry’s smile faltered but did not fade away completely. He just shrugged his shoulders indifferently and placed his heeled boot on my foot, digging in painfully until tears stung the corner of my eyes and a cry escaped my lips. “You are the one squeaking like a fucking pig all the time and you have the guts to insult me?” he gritted out with the same evil smile.

Harry said, picking up the folder but Charles took it away from him. “We aren't done talking." Charles smiled, turning the folder into a hand fan. He just loved getting on Harry's nerves. “You know very well that I hate guessing and that I'm also bad at it so why make me do it?" Harry asked with a frown. “Because it's fun, now go on and guess." Charles smiled. He could have easily just told Harry he's expecting a child but what's the fun in that. It's better this way because if you leave this man, he might end up forgetting what if feels like to have fun.

With the help of the busy servants in the kitchen, Henric poured a small bowl of vinegar, together with the minced garlic and coriander prepared by the servants, all served. Harry was sitting alone, like an outsider. The warmth of this room had nothing to do with him. Perhaps he also felt bored, so he stood up and was ready to leave. It was the right time for the family to develop a good relationship. Stacy stopped him and said, "Help me make a bag." "I don't know how to do it," he replied. Stacy smiled and said, "I'll teach you." Harry's eyes fell on the dumplings she made, and he frowned in disgust. He had made such a bad dress, so why did he want to teach him?

He is so formal. We sit and he places his hands on top of the table fiddling with his fingers. “Can I get you anything?” - The waitress asks approaching us “Americano please” - Harry says “Cup of tea please” - I say and the girl walks away. “I know what my mother did” - Harry says and I lift my eyes meeting his “She told you?” - I ask and he nods his head “Alice. I know you are not my girlfriend for real, and I know it was a job for you, but I ended up falling for you, for real” - Harry tells me and I shake my head feeling the tears starting to stream down my face.

"I'm positive. I'm tired of running, Harry. I'm tired of being scared. I want to take control of my life, and I want to do it with you by my side." Harry felt a surge of pride and admiration for Felix. He knew that it wouldn't be easy, but he was willing to stand by Felix and fight for him. "Okay," he said, smiling. "Let's do it. Let's take down your father and his men, and let's start a new life together." Felix grinned, and the two of them shared a triumphant kiss, ready to face whatever lay ahead. As they sat at the counter, holding hands and gazing into each other's eyes, Harry knew that he had found his soulmate in Felix. He couldn't believe how much he had grown to care for him in such

Harry said. "Giselle, you know that I'm not that kind of person…" he added. Once again, Harry was trying to use his charm on her. His cloying antics did not match his clean-cut look at all. No longer able to stand his theatrics, Giselle stepped aside and said, "Fine. Come in." Only then did Harry beam and say, "You're the best, Giselle!" Right away, Harry sat on the couch and got straight to the point. "Giselle, Mr Fordham's birthday is coming up. What kind of present are you planning to get him?"

She had played the heartbroken victim perfectly, weaving her story so tightly that no one would dare question it. But she had forgotten to factor me in. I knew exactly what she had done, and I knew exactly how to use it. I pushed off the railing and walked toward the garden, my feet sinking slightly into the soft earth. Harry noticed me approaching and grinned, running up to me with bright, eager eyes. “Did you see that, Mama?” he beamed. “I did it better that time!” “You did wonderfully,” I said, cupping his cheek. “You’ll be even stronger when you grow up.”

"Please let me make dinner for you guys, pretty please, I insist" I am begging Maria and Harry far from fifteen minutes, "No Zoe you came for the first time to our house, let us treat you well," Harry shook his head, "Right," Maria said while raising her forefinger at me, "You just said it, you don't mean it that I am your best friend," I fake my voice in a sad tone, "Oh god, she knows how to do emotional blackmailing, doesn't she?" Harry give up and let me cook for them.

I suddenly remembered how Harry would always complain that the pepper was too much but still eat mine after finishing his own. A smile slowly spread across my lips. “You still remember this place?” I asked. “How can I forget?” Harry turned off the engine. “I passed here few days ago and immediately remembered you threatening to fight one senior because he stole your fries.” I gasped loudly. “He stole my food! I don’t remember,” I lied. Harry burst into laughter. “But you remember you almost poured your drink on his head.” “That’s because he deserved it.” We both laughed as we got out of the car and walked to one of the tables.