Novel & Cerita Harry's Table Reviews

did I just really stutter back there? "Great!" I heard him yelled as I slowly raised my head to look at him, his lips are formed into a thin line as his beautiful blue eyes were shining down at me and his blonde hair parting from the cold wind as it hit his face. I chuckled softly, Milo is really a work of art- a beautiful one. As we got inside of the store, I sniffed in the coffee aroma and smiled as Harry found a table and is sitting down the chair with a drink in his hand with a smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes on him.

She put all the dishes on the table, just as everyone entered the dining room one by one. All the maids bowed in unison to them. As usual, Mr. Harry sat in the middle of the table. A maid who was also his close servant whispered something in his ear. After listening, Mr. Harry nodded, smiling at Ella. “Is it because you cooked breakfast?” “I only cooked a few dishes for me and David, because I don't know your tastes.” Ella politely replied. “Today I want to try the food you made.” Mr. Harry took a piece of hot dog and popped it into his mouth. He praised the deliciousness after chewing.

I looked up at Harry, after the conversation we had earlier about them being separated, it's nice to see them together now. After the introductions, Jemma started coming out of the kitchen with plates of food, I offered to help but she wouldn't let me, Cleo and Sarah helped instead, while the rest of us went and sat down at the table. Everyone had their own seats. Ron was at one end, to his left was Jackson, then Suzie, Davey and then two free seats where I'm guessing Cleo and Sarah would sit. Then their three kids and Harry. The seat was left free next to him at the other end of the table, I'm guessing it was Jemma's. Then on the other side was Kip, Eric, Pulp, a guy I didn't know or recogn

I started to giggle maniacally. It takes me a few minutes to get myself under control. Once I do, I stand back on my feet. I walk over to the small desk by Harry's table and serve myself a glass of water. After taking two gulps, I decide I'm satisfied. I walk over to Harry's window to scope out what is happening outside. It's easy to tell which men are Harry's and which are Oliver's. The former are the ones losing. That's mainly because they've not been training strategically for battle. They've been trained for brutality.

Lady Scott, who sat in the center, pretended to have her soup, but she quietly observed their movements. Sienna’s expression remained the same. She also placed a mushroom on Harry's plate and smiled faintly at him. “Why don’t you taste this too?” The sound of a servant gasping came from the side. Harry was extremely picky, and he had never eaten a mushroom, let alone something placed on his plate by others. Damn! There was a high probability that Sienna would be kicked out of the house! Those maids were terror-stricken. In the following seconds, their eyeballs had nearly protruded from their sockets because not only did Harry not mind it, he even ate that mushroom leisurely.

He said pleadingly to Scarlet, excusing him as he promptly read the text. *I AM SENDING A COUPLE OF DRINKS TO YOUR TABLE, LET HER DRINK THE BLUE WINE* It was a text from Veronica. Harry’s heart was now beating faster than normal. “Are you alright?” Scarlet asked Harry, she was noticing how sweaty he was now. “Y-yes, I am fine,” Harry nervously chuckled, smiling pretentiously at her. At that moment, a maid brought some wine to the table. A red and a blue wine.

From the outside, everything was perfect. Harry stood near the terrace, observing the celebration with a quiet sense of satisfaction. He wore a calm smile, the kind that convinced everyone around him that life had finally aligned in his favor. People greeted him warmly with handshakes, pats on the back, words of praise, and congratulations whispered with admiration. To them, he was the man who had conquered uncertainty, the man who had secured his future. Yet beneath that polished exterior, something restless stirred. The past had a way of lingering, no matter how carefully one tried to bury it. And La Rivera, for all its beauty, had always been a place where old wounds echoed louder during

Harry said, while his mother voiced out, "Harry, where are your table manners? No talking while eating." "I know, Mom. I'll focus on my meal now," Harry replied, before he reclined into his seat. As the food was spicy, I couldn't help but cough. "Hey, are you alright? Here, drink some water," Harry was quick to offer me a glass of water, and I didn't know it was his own cup. I just accepted and drank it. "Thanks," I whispered, and I caught Rowan's glare. But he didn't say anything. He returned his gaze to his meal, and I lowered my head and finished mine.

And walked to his door. She knocked lightly. No response. She hesitated, then tried the handle. It clicked open with ease. “Mr. Declan?” The sight inside stopped her breath for a moment. Harry sat on the leather sofa, tie discarded, shirt open at the collar, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His jacket lay draped over the armrest, a crystal glass of scotch resting untouched in his hand. Papers were spread out across the coffee table, but he wasn’t reading them. He was watching the city.

The two of them shared each other in a manly way and Kavinsky walked in. Harry is wearing a white round-neck top and black pants, he held a cup of coffee in his left hand. He had black straight hair which made a bang in front of his face. His face is oblong and his eyes were black too. "What of your Dad?", Kavinsky asked crashing on the brown sofa. "He is at work", Harry replied sipping the coffee he held. "Aren't you going to offer me one?", Kavinsky asked referring to the coffee "Nah, am cool", Harry replied and they both laughed