What Did Harry Reveal In His Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I’d be honored. Shall we?” “I’ll be seeing you tomorrow, my dear,” said Hugo with his last placid smile. And thus I left the crystal palace of the spiritual guru, to ride with the Persian prince on his white steed, because he actually drove a jaw-dropping white Audi. But there’s always a catch, right? Well, this was the best catch ever: Harry was gay, engaged to be married after his grandpa’s book tour. He worked for Hugo as a marketing advisor, and he was as smart and sharp as it gets. And a lot of fun to be around. My glands didn’t have time to register how hot he was before we were both joking and laughing like besties. And it was the best thing that could’ve ever happened to me that day

The full detail of what happens is in Harry and Brooke's book! ^ I really hope that makes sense aha.

Mira’s POV. I looked at Harry with pity. It was hard to keep the truth from him. “Harry, I liked you. I mean you are the first man who treated me right” I sipped my vodka. Harry nodded and tossed the glass in his hand against the wall. I sat still like a dolly as I watched him. Not in a million years did I ever think that Harry would find out about me. Felix had advised that I tell him the truth. I knew this wasn’t the right time.

Harry tries to reassure me, holding my shoulders. "I'm not confused! I know exactly who you are and exactly how I feel about you!" Tears of embarrassment begin streaming down my cheeks, and emboldened by all the alcohol, I pour out every word of love I've kept hidden for Harry Oakheart, even though I know it's a terrible mistake.

I stepped out barefoot, the chill in the air no match for the heat burning inside me. He didn’t look up. “Say something,” I said softly. Nothing. I moved closer, my voice firmer. “You said no more secrets, Harry.” Still silence. I crossed my arms, heart pounding. “Tell me what she meant.” That finally got him. He turned his head slightly, jaw sharp with tension. “She doesn’t know everything.” “That’s not an answer.” He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling like he’d been holding it in for years.

This made him a little intrigued to get to know her more. "While this may be a reasonable excuse, in my case, I haven't lost the passion for reading. I usually stay in my study room and read lots of books." Harry never for once lost his passion. "I could still remember you used to be amazed by Sarah J. Mass book; you remember one of her book that was your favorite then?..." Harry pretended to have forgotten the title of the book, whereas he was actually trying to test her to be certain . Edna observed that Harry's statement implied that she should recall the book title and this became a real problem; she didn't read any part jn the diary that stated his little girl's favourite book. She was

Harry screams running toward the kitchen. "Wait ,what do you mean?" " come in the kitchen and See for yourself" he says so i go to the kitchen and see harry holding two pieces of bread in his hand . Scratch that , he is holding two pieces of burnt bread. I go and check the other two pieces but they are in the same condition . I take toast in my hand , showing him and then shrug. I wait for harry to frown or get angry because i just ruined his breakfast but instead he looks like he is trying to hold his laugh .

Lis patted Harry's arm again with that shy smile "Huekkk....!" Kirey pretended to vomit when she heard those words. She then looked at Lis who just chuckle not like looking at her who pretended to vomit. Meanwhile, this time Harry seemed to be holding something in his body. He just looked at Kirey and told the girl to be quiet. After the book Harry had brought with him had been inputted, Harry left his card there. "This is your finished book, don't be late to return it, and don't tell others that I gave you special privileges!" Lis held Harry's hand again as she handed him the book. But Harry immediately took the book and ran wildly from the library.

To ease Dad's worries, I supported every decision he made and cut off every path for Harry to benefit financially. Listening to Dad was the smartest thing I had ever done. Otherwise, Harry wouldn't have been desperate enough to reveal his true colors early and try to destroy me. Rebecca was right. These social-climbing, gold-digging men were terrifying. They would sell their souls if it meant securing a fortune. A shiver ran through me as I looked at Harry's bruised and swollen face, and a sharp thrill of satisfaction rose in my chest. "He dug his own grave. He deserved every bit of it," I murmured.